Rosemary Kennedy Novels & Stories

Not Kennedy. “But Ms. Romero-“ Kennedy began only to once again end up being interrupted. “It can’t be Melvin Romero Kennedy,” Her voice was filled to the brim with certainty. “Are you even listening to yourself. Melvin Romero, is dead and last I checked, dead men don’t work.” “I very well understand Ma’am-“ “If you do, then you should also know You’ve got the wrong guy.” She stated, voice firm, a tone that indicated that it was the last thing she’d say on the subject. “Run another test on Rodrigo’s accomplice and this time around, get me a freaking accurate result.”

But Rose had accustomed well, complying with the given situation, she had no more fight against her husband left inside her. As the evening progresses, the party at the pick point, the host for the evening requested the Knight couple to enrich the centre stage with their presence and address the guests, media with a small thank you note. Kevin held Rosalia's hand helping her way up to the stage, carefully minding her gown. The stage was adorned with cascading flowers and sparkling lights where Kevin will introduce Rose to the media for the first time.

She had planted Bryce by my side to keep track of my every move. However, I had already told Bryce in advance to use my being at a social engagement as an excuse. Yet, the appointed time had long since passed, so he was growing panicked too. "Mrs. Madden, there's something I have to tell you. The truth is, Mr. Madden came back a while ago. He said he wanted to prepare a surprise for you before your birthday—something about roses—so I kept it from you the whole time. "By all accounts, he should have shown up by now, but I can't get in touch with him either."

Miss Barbara Jean squeezed his hand. "You a good man." She nodded her head in affirmation to her statement and then turned away tearfully. "Thank you, Miss Barbara Jean." At the cemetery Troy placed a white carnation on the miniature casket of Kelly Robinson Hyden. Then he returned to the hospital and whispered his love to his fiancé and unborn daughter.

“These are for you. I wasn’t sure if you’d like to receive flowers, and if they aren’t satisfactory, don’t stab me with them.” “You’re weird, Byron.” Kennedy shook her head. “Mom loves flowers. Roses are her favorite. No one ever gets them for her.” “Kennedy…” I stressed her name with wide eyes. My almost teenager shrugged and took Rus from me. “Come on, guys. Let’s leave Mom and Byron alone so he can convince her to go on a date.” She smiled and led her siblings out of my office.

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

It’s not a shower for me; I’m just the surrogate. I’m thrilled when Reagan announces we will eat, then open the gifts. This pregnant woman is starving; it’s a constant situation for me. Kennedy chooses a seat by Madison, so I select the only remaining seat between Reagan and Martha. Before I know it, we finish our scrumptious meal, and we move on to the gifts.

Rosemary Today was Nathaniel and Liam’s wedding, a day the pack had eagerly awaited. The air was filled with excitement, love, and joy, but I couldn’t shake the unease building inside me. I had been feeling unwell since the morning, but I did my best to push through, wanting to be present for Nathaniel’s big day. Grace, always the multitasker, had taken on the role of wedding planner and was rushing around to ensure every detail was perfect. I tried to help where I could, but my body felt heavier, weaker than usual.

—those words disgusted me—“but you’ll learn to remember your place.” There were no words. The silence that followed was deafening. Rosemary looked like a tomato; she was turning red with anger. I gave her a one-sided smile. No wonder Rubyrose took her own life—because her parents were just fence-sitters. They see what's going on but never get involved. Rubyrose might have wished they intervened as parents should. Disappointing. For a heartbeat, there was finally some peace and quiet before Rosemary took a step forward, fury twisting all over her face.

“Aunty… what are you talking about?” Rosemary’s lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Don’t insult me by pretending ignorance. I have been watching everything. Every headline. Every broadcast. I saw you kneeling before the world, apologizing like a man with no pride, all because of that girl.” She gestured toward him, her eyes scanning his soaked clothes, the faint smell of alcohol still clinging to him. “Look at yourself. Is this what you’ve reduced yourself to?”