Novel & Cerita Rosemary Homestuck

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

HAYLEY Impossible. It's impossible. The air in my lungs feels heavy, like weight pressed upon my chest. In the growing darkness, I can only make out his upper body, splattered with raindrops streaming down his chest. The wolf is Axel. The revelation sends jolts of disbelief burning through me. Slowly, every event that's followed Axel's return to Greystone flashes through my thoughts. An aversion for silver utensils. Claw marks on the doors of Lucas's garage. The disappearance on the night of a full moon.

I said. He looked at me. "The book on the kitchen table," I said. "Last weekend. The notes in the margins." He was quiet for a moment. "The rosemary was struggling," he said. "I wanted to understand why." I looked at him. "Is it alright?" I said. "It needed more sun," he said. "I moved it." I looked at the rosemary. In a different position from where it had been. Getting more sun. "Better?" I said.

Rosemary That night, sleep claimed me with an unusual heaviness, pulling me into its depths. But what awaited me wasn’t the stillness of dreams, it was something else entirely - something vivid and alive. I found myself in the pack house, but it wasn’t the one I knew. It felt older, yet somehow brighter. The warmth of it surrounded me, the hum of life within its walls steady and comforting. I stood in the common room, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the air. But something was different. The details were sharper, more vivid, like I was seeing everything through a lens of heightened awareness. A voice called to me, gentle yet insistent.

I see the resemblance clearly now that it’s been pointed out. Rosemary, if I remember correctly, is 23 or 24. I guess her father had the same idea as my uncle — to forge a marriage alliance by giving up an unwanted daughter, or niece in my case. By 23, Rosemary would be feeling pretty desperate about not having met her mate yet. She’s likely to jump at the chance to be crowned Luna of a huge and powerful pack such as this one, and tied to a hottie such as Enzi would be perceived as a definite bonus. I doubt she even cares if he is a lying asshole so long as she gets to be Luna. Chastity had mentioned Rosemary a few times, never in a glowing or pleasant light.

Rosemary said in her rather bland way. “Of course, I do! How could I not.” She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. “Does he know you love him?” Rosemary said softly. “Of course he does!” She stopped to stomp. “He knows everything I think or feel. He just isn’t so kind as to share the same.” “He’s a difficult lad, from the little I know of him.” Dimurah tossed her a sharp look. “How did you two know each other?” “He is a friend of the fey realms.” She asserted. Unwilling to explain more.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

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

Her lipstick was already smudged from their kisses in the car. “Damn, I missed this place,” Rose said, pulling off her heels. She dropped her purse, not even caring where it landed. Her hands went straight under Bryan’s shirt, and down his pants, pulling them out and taking in the big c*ork. “Damn! Is still as big and well curved as I like. Mummy is about to take you to the full moon.” She bent down and shoved the whole c*ork down her throat. He held her as she thrust in and out with her throat.

I smirked walking away, leaving them fuming. My lips tugged in a huge smile as I tried to think of a way to get her. Rose's POV: I was laying on the bed feeling damn tired and miserable. My heart was of two parts, I wanted my mate, I wanted to have him myself and not let anyone touch him, I wanted to feel the feel of owning him but I couldn't, The thought that if only I was a bit stronger or had a good background enough to support him, so I can keep him but the reality was so cruel, I have nothing and I can never have him.