Rosemary Farrell Novels & Stories

Since playing these games will soon be the ticket to my freedom. Forming a knuckle on my hands, I gripped the hem of my fury plum jacket trying to organize my disoriented thoughts. While I did, Ms. Rose said something through the mic for all the students to hear, "And oh, before I dismissed this assembly, I would like to once again welcome our new student... Ms. Ruby Fridays." Grinning like a madwoman, she called my name, highlighting all the attention on me, as her voice seemed so distant, yet so close — like someone was whispering directly into my ear.

" 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.”

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

She glances at him in suspicion and nods unhappily. Soon, Rosalie entered the living room. Rosalie Farwell, the current head of the Farwell family, is a vision of calculated elegance, even at seventy-eight. She wore a floor-length emerald-green dress that shimmered like silk under the fading sunlight. The fabric clung to her slight frame with the ease of money spent without thought.

I murmur, kissing the side of his mouth. Rosemary clears her throat, attracting the attention of the people who work with The Nest now, Wes, Cait and Ash, her talent was useless back at Shepherd’s Construction, plus, it’s a mess there now. And the workers who worked with me, all of us with flutes of champagne Christopher insisted we have.

"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.

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.