Rosemary Homestuck Novels & Stories

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

Outside, in the garden, the rosemary stood in its corner of the herb section, small and particular and alive, facing whatever winter came next. THE END

Rosemary arched her back, her fingers tangling frantically into my dark hair as she let out a loud, breathless cry. "Kieran... please, it's too much," she whispered, her legs trembling against my sides. I didn't stop. I slid my hands down to cup her bottom, lifting her slightly as I moved my mouth lower, finding the soft, slick heat between her thighs. The moment my tongue made contact, Rosemary convulsed. Her head fell back against the pillows, a loud, shattered moan ripping from her throat.

So I felt quite normal hearing these words from Miss Amaris. "Thank you very much for all your flattery, Miss Amaris. I am so very humbled by all the compliments you give me. Let me introduce myself, Rose Merry , I am one of the new members here. I've only joined for a few days, and I hope I never bother you with your classes again. The problem is, it's true that I arrived late at that time, because I was queuing to go to the bathroom and then I chatted with Mrs. Mercy for a while about several things. Then I came back and saw how the garden was destroyed and I didn't get any flowers, then I tried to look for maybe one or two flowers that I could save, but that didn't happen at all. Until fi

Rosemary said. “ We can't let you go with him. " “ I insist. I don't have any thing left in this world to fight for, I might as well die saving my home. " She said. “ Besides I'm the only one who knows where it is. " “ How?" “ I told you, I can sense energy. " She said. .. Archer bade his family goodbye before embarking on the journey with Rosemary. He had insisted she stayed behind but she claimed she was only doing this to pay him back for his help.

Let’s make make a solid proof plan , let us gather food , clothes – we will take our horses one night and flee. It is up to me to help her. I run to my squatters and I start making our amazing escape. We will run away and never look back… We will be free – just her and I. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I jolt when I hear the door behind me slam shut. Instantly feeling the walls closing in on me , I try to head for the balcony where I can feel some form of freedom. However , my plan is harshly ruined when I feel a bunch of my hair being grabbed.

Roseline snapped at her, cutting off the call before putting it away. She felt so embarrassed right now. She couldn't believe her friends would support something like this, instead of opposing. She is still nineteen for fuck's sake.. "See, your friends fully supports our relationship. And now, we can be together forever." He smiled, taking a hold of her hand. * Rosemary was busy in her father's lab. She was trying on her father's latest invention before he invented the cage. She was holding on to a large syringe, and few rats in a cage.

“Part wolf. Part enchantress.” Austin swallowed hard. “Which means Rosemary—” “—is more powerful than any of us thought.” Back in Rosemary’s Room… As the nurses left her alone, Rosemary sat up in bed, feeling strange. A voice echoed in her head. “Do not trust the wolves. Find your way back home.”

He had no idea that while he was sleeping, Tamara had knelt in front of Rosemary's yard all night. Finally, she hadn't sought forgiveness again. Instead, she found a rope and climbed that maple tree. Rosemary woke up, her chest tight with a recurring pain. Her eyes were fixed on the embroidery pattern on the canopy above her bed. As she stared, the dark gold pattern slowly transformed into the scene from last night—the maple tree, the cold wind, the hemp rope. A she-wolf, thin as bone, suspended in front of her yard, her eyes still partially open, staring right toward her room.

I'm going to become a Guardian for my best friend, she's a royal Moroi: Lissa Dragomir. I'm seventeen and a senior so the world doesn't have to worry about us for another year, but I'm looking forward to getting out of here and I know she's eager to take on the world. I'm Rose Hathaway, The True Hybrid. Enjoy your time at St. Vlad's.