Rosemary Farrell Novels & Stories

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Ivory smirked when she saw Mari panicking; she smiled at her class mates who in turn clapped as she returned to her seat. The next person was Natasha. ‘Hello everyone my name is Natasha Colby, my father is knight Colby’ Natasha said. Collective gasps could be heard, everyone knew the story of how knight Colby rose to fame, he went from grass to grace. ‘I’m proficient in literature, calligraphy and embroidery’. Everyone clapped as Natasha went back to her seat. At last everyone had introduced themselves.

I began to descend, each step softer than the last, like walking into water. With every level, the walls shifted. Newspaper clippings. Photos. Maps. But not of this world. Cities I’d never seen. Dates that didn’t exist. People with names I’d never heard, but faces I almost recognized. Halfway down, I stopped in front of a photo pinned crookedly on the wall. A girl. Braids. Nightgown. The one from the field. And written in red beneath her photo: “CANDIDATE 7. STATUS: INTERFERENCE.”

Her pride, which had long clung to silent hopes of gaining her master’s affection, shattered in that instant. Is this the woman Sir William loves? she thought, rage bubbling in her chest. Her eyes raked over Evelyn from head to toe—plain. Not particularly pretty. Too simple. Nothing special. But why… why was she getting this kind of attention? With a forced smile and a dagger hidden in her voice, Rosemary stepped forward. Her tone was sharp and cold. “And who exactly are you?” she asked curtly, staring straight at Evelyn. Evelyn gave a nervous glance, trying to stay polite.

ROMAN'S POV. Roses and i have had s smooth relationship as of recent. Things have been really great between us and the more I spent time with her, the more stories she told me both the serious and ridiculous part of her live back in San Francisco the more fond i grew of her. I remember she once told me about a day she and her friend when into a boutique acting high and classy and took all the jelly gum in the jar of the store and walked out without buying anything.

The fresh air felt lighter, cooler — like a new beginning. I waited by the gate for my ride, scrolling through my phone absent mindedly , when the bang of a car door made me look up. Marielle. She stormed toward me in a mini designer dress and knee length boots, fury written across her face. Before I could even move, her palm connected with my cheek — hard. The sound echoed. Heads turned instantly. “I’ve been looking for you!” she hissed. “How dare you call my man yesterday?!” I blinked, stunned. “What?”

Rene shrugged nonchalantly. "I asked you to be my girlfriend in front of Dimitri for a reason, we will meet the person we will meet after this. This woman is Dimitri's close friend as well as my ex-lover. Rosemary is the most reliable hacker, her name may not be famous, but when you need help with digital data, you just need to contact her, zipp...." Sandro snapped his fingers, "In just five minutes your business is complete, I have contacted Rosemary this morning and asked to meet. She's a person who doesn't like to leave the house, so I have to beg her for this meeting.. she's a vampire. Like I said earlier, I asked you to pretend to be my girlfriend because Rosemary is not only reliable i

she grins flipping her red hair back over her shoulder. "Look at you!!" She gestured towards me, scrutinizing me. "Girl, you look drop-dead gorgeous. Where are you going?" She smiles. "I'm going to the Eldorado casino." Rosemary is a mutual friend. She is more Shane's friend than mine, but she is cool and sweet. Just keep her away from alcohol. She cannot handle her liquor "Sweet, mind if I tag along?" she hooks her arm into mine. "Uh." I want to say no, but then she will just bug me with millions of questions. "Okay."

“Yeah.” “You scared me…” she said with fear in her eyes. “Armando give you something bad to eat too?” I laughed. “I am not a kid, Rose. And Armando is a good friend.” She opened her palm again. “Give me your phone. I need to speak to him.” I handed it over. “Hello, this is Rosemary, Gerald’s wife,” Rosemary said seriously on the phone a minute later. I strained to hear Elvis’s voice. But I sure as hell knew he was shaking in his boots now.

She nodded and eagerly snapped it from my hand. “Thanks, babe.” Rosemary’s exhibit was crowded. I pushed through the captivated viewers to take a closer look. Many of her displays were now empty, while my company had only made a couple of sales today. I gritted my teeth. This elusive designer was quickly becoming a problem. I flipped through an exhibition catalog until I found her artist’s bio. There was no name. I scoured the sparse information until something piqued my interest. Rosemary was an alumnus from the same college as Celeste. They even graduated in the same year. They shared eerily similar backgrounds–same middle class upbringing from the same suburban town.