Novel & Cerita Rosemary Beach Series

Rosemary arched her back, her fingers tangling frantically into my dark hair as she let out a loud, breathless cry. "Kieran... please, it's too much," she whispered, her legs trembling against my sides. I didn't stop. I slid my hands down to cup her bottom, lifting her slightly as I moved my mouth lower, finding the soft, slick heat between her thighs. The moment my tongue made contact, Rosemary convulsed. Her head fell back against the pillows, a loud, shattered moan ripping from her throat.

~• At the rooftop of the Porishma's Paternal House:- Porishma gasped, and her mouth was wide open. The entire rooftop was decorated with lights, flowers, and pleasant scents. “Davish! What is this?”, she asked as shock was visible on her face. “It's all for you, Sunshine," Davish said “Beautiful! I don't believe that it's the same roof of mine”, She smiled at him. He gave her a single rose and kissed her chubby cheeks.

Damian introduced them. "Hii, nice to see you Mr. Marino..." Rose held her hand for handshake and Massimo shook his hand with her. "Likewise Miss rose..." He said giving her a smile. Massimo wrapped his hand around the women standing beside him. "She is my wife Anamika..." Rose looked at the stunning woman standing in front her. her features were angelic, with deep blue eyes, long hair and not to mention the tattoos. They were beautiful. She had a small baby bump indicating that she is pregnant.

I shifted in my heels, feeling discomfort under the unfamiliar man's slimy scrutiny. He didn't bother to hide the dark lust that simmered and consumed the greens in his orbs. "This is Ellie," Lorenzo said, his hand moving to rest on my hip in a gesture that was unmistakably possessive. "Elijah's sister. She's also a member of the Black Rose now." Something shifted in Vincent's expression. His eyes became hungrier, more calculating, as they traveled slowly down my body and back up. I felt like livestock being appraised at auction.

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

Someone asked, I couldn't even tell who that was because I was beginning to zone out again. He's outside! He's waiting for me. "Six years? I can't really tell." Another person said. Exactly! It was six years. Six years of my endless suffering from Ilay Lermontov. "I love this rose candle. It smells just like Easton." Someone giggled, the sound was beginning to irritate me. How can they be making joke about this when I was literally dying inside? "Maybe we should change his name to Rose. Make sense?" Someone said, and that was Ryan.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

“I never imagined I could fly or experience something so thrilling.” Jonathan smiles, brushing a strand of wet hair away from my face. “You’re full of surprises, my love. I’m grateful to be by your side and share these extraordinary moments with you.” We lay there, basking in the warm sunshine, content in each other’s presence. As the sun begins its descent, casting a golden hue across the horizon, Jonathan and I sit together on the beach, our bodies wrapped in a cosy blanket. The air is filled with the soft sound of crashing waves and the gentle rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze.

But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it. There was no mistaking it this time; Alina knew for a fact that she had put the rose on her bathroom counter last night. She had even gone out of her way to mark the spot she had placed it with a damn dry erase marker, as if to prove to herself she really wasn't losing her mind. And lo and behold, there it sat on her nightstand instead, the red petals seeming to perk in excitement when her attention was locked onto its presence. The moon itself was glittering so profoundly.

"To leave, the general will bring some more guards to switch with the guards already guarding the bedchamber. You three have to keep your eyes and ears open. Just in case Paige, Sarah, Anne try to hurt Rosabella again and get inside the bedchamber that they are not allowed to be in. One of you calls me or the guards or the head of the household. If one of you three get all three of us, it will help Rosabella even more." Angela, Ellie, and Gemma nodded their heads as they knew that he was telling the truth and meant every word. Angela remembered something, and she said. "While Rosabella was in the rose garden, and she said. 'Why do I feel nostalgic when in the rose garden?' I couldn't help my