Rosemary Farrell Novels & Stories

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

I carefully watched her standing in front of me in a velvet-like clothing, underneath a long black coat with silver wreath trimming. Her eyebrows immediately shoot up upon seeing my anxious face, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" she asked. I nod, swallowing hard, obviously still shaken up after what happened, the images of which are still fresh in my mind, "I think so." "Well, before I explain things to you, I'm Rosina Elleanor Stowne, you can call me Ms. Rose, and I'm the Headmistress of Rozbite Lustro Academy." The name surprisingly didn't elevate the anxiety in my head. "You were badly injured when we saw you that's why we brought you here to be treated."

" Rosemary gave Rich her e-mail address, then they hung up the phone. She quickly deposited fifty thousand rand in Smith Private Investigators' account. Rosemary couldn't wait to destroy the homewrecker. She took a cab and went home in high spirits. Rich quickly dialed Timothy's number. When Timothy saw the caller ID, he smiled and said, "Hello my friend, how are you?" Rich told him that all was well and said, "I received a call from Rosemary Johnson, she wants me to investigate a homewrecker, Abigail, who is having an affair with her husband. Should I reject her?" Timothy laughed out loud and replied, "There is something wrong with Rosemary's head. How can she be so shameless? She was divor

Chapter One: THE PROMOTION Rojean was feeling all sorts of emotions course through her at the moment and she wasn’t certain on what she should be feeling. But nonetheless, she packed up her things, putting them neatly in the box provided to her by the office she’s working at-- well, now the appropriate word would be ‘worked’ as she was being called to the higher ups for her promotion. She didn’t file for one, although confused, she was still glad to get one this early. Her mind hadn't processed what was happening at all and she didn’t seem to question the odds. Pulling out her phone from her front pocket, she texted her fiance, constantly updating him on the current situation, planning to ea

However, a conversation from inside the restroom stopped me in my tracks. “I can't believe Bruce is a traitor. He's a good and dedicated man,” a woman said. I recognized her voice as the secretary of one of the directors. “I don't believe it either. That short man must be lying,” another woman muttered. “You see that new woman? She's pretty. She must have been flirting with him to become his secretary.” “You know who she is, right? Camari Gastrell, Farrell's ex-wife.” The first woman laughed amusedly. “What a vain woman. Thankfully, Farrell got away from her and found a better woman. Haworth and Thompson are both successful and respected families.”

'' I breathe out. Weeks and months have passed and I've heard nothing about Rose—I've been living my life without a slight care about other people or myself; the reason why I'm still alive is because of her. Truth be told, I haven't fully kept my promise, I've been hiring people to look after Rose but this time it's different. They are hired to only take pictures of her when needed because I want to see how she's doing, I want to see her progress and I want to see her. Even through pictures. As long as she's healing—I'll heal.

"Just for a moment." Rosemary leaned back against the cushions, allowing herself this brief respite. The rain continued outside, but in here, in this manufactured bubble of warmth and attention, she could almost forget the precariousness of her situation, the documents she needed, the bargain she was making with dangerous people. Almost. The next day, as promised, the doctor arrived. Dr. Laurent was an older woman with kind eyes and gentle hands, one of the few people on Enrique's staff who seemed to genuinely care about Rosemary's wellbeing rather than just following orders.

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

I wanted the ground to open and swallow me, I wanted to scream but Instead, I sat frozen, numb, my hand gripping the edge of the table hard enough to leave marks. Then the door opened, The said Rosemary walked in, Tall, stunning, dripping with designer labels and effortless elegance, the kind of beauty that makes rooms go quiet. Her golden hair fell in waves down her back, her heels clicking with confidence, her smile polished and camera ready. She said her hellos like she belonged here, then slid into the seat right beside Nonna, Clearly reserved for her. “Rose, darling, you look more radiant every time I see you,” Nonna cooed in a sugar sweet voice that didn’t match the venom from earlier.