Rosemary Farrell Novels & Stories

Leonardo had the information he needed a few minutes later. Rosemary Mantissa, whose real name was Rosemary Gale Mantissa, was released 12 years ago, and she had a rose tattoo on her right back shoulder. Rosemary Gale Mantissa was a cold-blooded husband killer and the wife of the mansion's engineer and builder, Carlos Mantissa. Carlos Mantissa built the house for his beloved wife Rose, but it became the house of hell for them after his wife butchered him like a pig with a kitchen knife and an icepick.

The rosemary made a difference. And a message from a number she did not immediately recognize, sent at seven fifteen, that she opened with the automatic wariness of someone who had spent several months learning to read unexpected communications carefully. It was from Patricia Sears. *I wanted you to know that Claire's situation has been fully resolved. The case was dismissed yesterday. We are staying on the north shore for now. It's quiet here. I made bread this morning for the first time in years. I don't know why I'm telling you this except that you were the first person in a very long time who made me feel like things could be different and I wanted you to know that they are. Thank you.*

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

“Yeah, but I am going to quit. After a point you get bored with people always pointing their guns at you, you know.” “Yeah, I know- wait what.” “Yeah, I joined it after I was done fooling people as a psychic.” “Wait what-“ “But after police cars chase you down, you learn your lesson. So I had to quit. It’s like trouble just keeps following me.” “Okay, no wait I need to process this. Stop saying words.” Joseph Lachlan I stared at the woman sitting in front of me. I still can’t get over the fact that Mary Redferne was sitting in front of me. I knew a woman like her would never go for me, but just being around her was enough for me.

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

“His busy “ she replied rudely and I let out a sigh, her gaze moved all over my body. I felt like I was being insulted through her eyes. My lips curled in to a smile and my eyes shone with amusement, some people are just weird. I pulled out my phone and stared at the number written at the back of the card, I inserted it in to my phone and dialled. The woman seemed not to care anymore as she focused on reading what she was reading, the phone rung and then it vibrated before I had a male voice. “Kenneth Rogers speaking ..” The name was familiar and now the voice, I wondered where I had that voice before. “Amelia Rose, your attorney " I whispered lightly " am standing here at the reception and

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...