Rosemary Homestuck Novelas e Histórias

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

“Get some rest tonight.” When he left, Evelyn sat back on the bed. This time, no tears fell. Only a blazing determination took their place. --- Out in the hallway, Rosemary was hiding behind a corner, eavesdropping. Her eyes narrowed with fury. “So, she’s starting to influence him…” she whispered darkly. She stormed off toward the basement kitchen. There, a burly man waited in the shadows, dressed in rugged clothes and a cap that hid most of his face. “We move up the plan,” Rosemary hissed.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

Rosemary paced back and forth in her apartment, the glow from the city outside casting long shadows across the room. Her hands trembled as she clutched the folder containing the evidence against Casandra. Every moment she held it, the weight of the deception felt heavier. Adrian entered quietly, closing the door behind him. His gaze fell on her, eyes sharp but tender. “Rosemary… we can’t wait any longer. We have to confront her, now.” Rosemary whirled around, frustration flashing across her face. “You don’t understand, Adrian! This isn’t just a simple confrontation. Casandra… she’s cunning. She’s dangerous. One wrong move, and everything we’ve built—everything I’ve worked for—could be destro

Rosemary shook her head slowly. “No,” she said. “You held yourself together long enough to bring this family back from the edge. That’s strength whether you feel it or not.” Tears slipped down my cheeks again. “I did it for nothing,” I said quietly. “They still haven’t found her.” The words tasted like defeat. Rosemary’s gaze softened. “You didn’t do it for nothing,” she said firmly. “And Aaron is bringing her home.” The certainty in Rosemary’s voice made something fragile stir in my chest.

Jake heaved a sigh and I knew that he was deep in thought, because I knew that we already had enough things to deal with on our plate at the moment. "Now who was the one trying to advise me and encourage me," I snorted with laughter. "Ooh come on, don't spoil the moment, you know that I am not that completely perfect when it comes to emotions like this and at the end of the day, I tend to move to accept the role you normally take," Jake said. The both of us laughed in unison at the time and we both knew that we had to watch out for whatever would happen next the moment... Rosemary finally got outside, she knew that she had to get some foodstuffs, but before she could move furthermore, she fe

All that was left was for Rosemary to rely on her abilities to take back everything her ex-husband Liam took away from her. This was the reason Rosemary approached Rory. She would settle the grudge herself. She only needed the means to do it. Rory turned to Rosemary. “Shouldn’t you be thanking my good friend?” Rosemary got up and raised her glass, “Mr. Burt, I appreciate your help. I swear that I will forever remember what you’ve done for me.” Karl toasted her and drank another sip from his glass. “Just remember that I’m only doing it for Rory’s sake. If you must thank me, you can do it by dedicating yourself to Rory and loving him.”

Rose said. Ember’s grin widened. “You met him.” Rose froze. Rowan nearly choked on his coffee. “What?” he coughed. Rose stared at Ember. “How do you—” “You smell like frost,” Ember said simply. Rowan blinked. “I said that yesterday.” “Yes,” Ember replied. “But you didn’t notice the *other* part.” “What other part?” Ember pointed a spoon at Rose. “She smells like frost *and* fire.” Rowan frowned. “That’s… not possible.”

Too quiet. The smell of coffee drifted through the air warm, rich, the kind that should’ve felt like comfort. But the sight that greeted me turned it sour. Rosemary . She was humming softly, sleeves rolled up, her hair tied back with a neat ribbon like she’d been living here her whole life. The counter gleamed. A plate of pancakes rested on the island Liam’s favorite kind. Her back was turned, but the moment she heard my footsteps, she whirled around with a smile too bright to be real.