Novel & Cerita Rosemary Beach Series

Rose I drove home with my heart pounding so hard I swore it might burst right out of my chest. Mr handsome scent still clung to me, clean, warm, and masculine, and every time I breathed it in, a flutter swept through my stomach. Without realizing it, a smile tugged at my lips, the kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years. Lord, what is wrong with me? When I pulled into the driveway and stepped inside, the first thing I saw was Lucas and Eva at the dining table, eating the breakfast I had made hours ago.

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Kimi’s room was similar. “So,” Rose started before I interrupted her. “Horror movie marathon! Classics like Halloween, Pet Sematary, and Friday the 13th!” The girls looked at me as if I’d grown an extra head. I knew they hated horror films, but I had to try. Rose tapped her elegant finger the color of cinnamon on her luscious lips. “I was thinking more along the lines of the six hour Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Emma with Gwenneth Paltrow, and Mansfield Park.” Her lips lifted in a smirk. I groaned and face planted onto her bed. She really knew where to hit a man where it counts.

She smoothed down her skirt and took a seat to Martinez's right, completely unbothered. As the maids poured the coffee, Seraphina leaned back, her eyes locked onto Martinez’s face. "You know, seeing this dining room reminds me of that breathtaking villa we rented in Capri last summer, Martinez. Remember how we used to skip breakfast entirely because you couldn't keep your hands off my body?" "Shut your mouth, Seraphina," Martinez barked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he cut his steak.

My voice was hoarse. He shifted awkwardly, words caught on his tongue. The aloof, untouchable man everyone knew was, in truth, a shy boy. Finally, he came forward, slipped off his jacket, and draped it gently around my shoulders. "I was worried about you," he murmured, blushing. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from Sarah. I opened it and my pupils shrank sharply. On screen, George and Sarah were undressed, tangled in bed. Sarah faced the camera, smiling with triumph and mockery. Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure.

But I did not care. Francesca would be mine tonight! Desire washed over me like a storm that couldn’t be stopped. It was that special place, our cottage on the beach, where the stillness of the sea blended with the roar of our hearts. Every step on the warm sand seemed to bring me closer to what I knew was coming. With my heart beating wildly in my chest, I finally got there, and Francesca looked at me with those deep, penetrating eyes.

Rose smiled faintly before taking one of the glasses absentmindedly while continuing her conversation with several guests nearby. Beatrice watched the scene carefully from across the room. Her heartbeat slowly quickened. The first step was complete. Meanwhile, Rose noticed nothing unusual. She continued speaking naturally with several businessmen who approached William. Time passed slowly, then a strange warmth suddenly spread through Rose’s body. Her brows furrowed faintly. Atfirst, she ignored it. Perhaps she was simply tired. The past few weeks had been exhausting after all.But gradually, the feeling worsened. Her head started feeling strangely heavy, the lights above appeared slightly br

I raised my brows leisurely In mischief and let smoke dribble out of my nostrils again. The boys cheered loudly and clapped excitedly. "more drinks for everyone! " some scantily clad young girls soon came in with trays. In the tray was different assortment of wine. One of the girls, Bella, caught my eyes. She gave me a suggestive wink. I cocked up a brow in encouragement. The girls were all under my payroll, they warmed my boys bed on cold nights. So while the girls served us, I turned on the TV. The news about the abduction was already in the news. I scoffed loudly.

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.