Rosemary Farrell Novels & Stories

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

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.

I smirk, knowing I have her now. "Really!?" Little too excited. She shrieks and flip her hair. "Yup" I gulp down my whisky. A few seconds later the brunet strolls our way, “Another one?” I nod “And for you?” Rosemary checks the bar searching for her poison. “Mmm, give me a Cosmopolitan” She nods and start mixing Rosemary’s drink. “So where is the boss man?” I ask jumping right in. "No clue." A frown forms on her face as she hands Rose her drink.

“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.

Lucifer- Rosemary was making me crazy. I’d never been so entranced with anyone. She knew exactly how to get to me. When I saw her butt naked tonight in front of everyone giving that fool a lap dance, everyone wanted her, to say I was infuriated would be an understatement. I really didn’t want the company of those women trying to entertain us. My mind had been on Rosemary all night. Then when she was wanting to leave with Josiah that was the last fucking straw.

Rosette: There are stages of hunger where you can't even be picky. Alexander: Completely understood. He said with a train of laughing emojis that made me laugh too. Alexander: Any allergies? Rosette: None that I know of, Doc. Alexander: Woah, we've graduated from doctor to doc. I'm pleased. I couldn't help but laugh, but then as I looked up from the phone, I saw the girl minus one coming towards me. I quickly texted him. Rosette: BRB. Customers The phone pinged again as I focused on the pair before me, and I knew it must be Alexander but didn't look.