Rosemary Kennedy Novels & Stories

In fact she was so beautiful that other workers couldn't take their eyes off her. However, Nicklaus' gazes darkened the next moment and he ordered coldly, "Noah is allergic to rose pollen and no one is allowed to bring roses into the President's mansion from now onward" "Yes sir!" Irene instantly nodded, she went to Sam and said, "Sam, I'm sorry, you can't have this bouquet of roses in Mr President's mansion" "Okay" Samantha instantly handed the bouquet of roses to her without hesitation. She even apologized, "I'm sorry. I had no idea about it"

A storm was approaching. Kyle's car was waiting in front of the healing hall, but he wasn't there for her. He was holding a bouquet of white irises. Seeing Rosa come out, he tossed them to her. "For your father's memorial." Rosa caught the flowers, thinking maybe Kyle hadn't completely forgotten about her after all. However, as she opened the car door, she found Ivy already seated in her seat. Instead of making a scene, Rosa silently got into the back seat. By the time they reached the cemetery, it was already pouring.

~Next day 8:30 a.m. Rosaline's P.O.V I woke up with a severe headache. I squinted my eyes a bit trying to adjust to the bright light. Suddenly I felt a hand caressing my hair softly. I looked up only to be met with two black orbs staring me worriedly. He was none other than my dear husband... Xavier Knights He flashed me a soft smile while he kept caressing my head. "My Rosebud, are you feeling good now?", he said softly. I stared at him blankly when all of a sudden yesterday's dreadful events flashed in my mind making me scream in fear.

The specific gesture that the plant seemed to produce in everyone who encountered it — the instinctive reach toward the thick bark, the acknowledgment of the time in it. She looked up at the current growth. She pulled a sprig. She crushed it between her fingers without thinking, the same instinctive gesture. She looked at the smell of it on her fingers. She looked at me. Something moved through her face. “Your father had rosemary,” she said. “In a pot by the back door of the first flat we had. Before you.” I looked at her. “I know,” I said. “I grew up with it.” “After he died,” she said. “I let it die. The pot. I couldn’t—” She stopped. She looked at the thirty-year plant. “I couldn’t look a

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Bloodbath had become the smallest and least developed pack, but with the circumstances that led up to that made things understandable. As I headed for my waiting carriage, a few people stopped along the way to wish me farewell and a safe journey. I appreciated them all. Just as we were about to stop moving, Ken stopped us, and came over to the door of the carriage. He looked as though he had been running, with the sweat running over his skin and the way he was panting. “Wait. I wanted to give you this.” He handed me a bouquet of roses wrapped together. Their thorny stalks were covered with a kind of shiny brown paper. “It's for Rosa. Put it on her grave for me, will you?”

Kelvin had probably measured her in her sleep, studied her body from his photographs, and memorized every curve and line until he knew her better than she knew herself. Rosa looked in the mirror. The woman staring back was a stranger. . "I'm sorry, Pierce," she whispered to her reflection. "I'm so sorry." A knock at the door. "Mrs. Blackwood? It's time." The ceremony took place in Kelvin's penthouse. The officiant was a nervous man who wouldn't look at Rosa directly. The witnesses were Mafia members, cold-faced and silent. Bonnie stood to the side with a camera, recording everything. "For evidence," Kelvin explained when he saw Rosa looking. "So Pierce knows you went through with it willingl

She had thought that the trail was completely broken, but never thought that Kenny Clarke would find the person, which is really unexpected. Emma Rosy took a deep breath and tried to keep her tone as smooth as possible, she forced herself to calm down, "Where is that doctor now, did you ask for clarification of the events of that year." Kenny Clarke shook his head, then frowned slightly,

My father and I walk down the isle and before Xavier can take my hand , my father kisses my cheek and begins to tear. “I am so proud of you…” he whispers in my ear , before he lets Xavier take me to the alter. The priest begins to speak , but all I do is look at the man in front of me – I doubt I have ever been happier than I am now. “Do you princess Rosemary , take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest finally says after his long speech. “I do…” I answer almost immediately , making the audience chuckle and giggle.

The wheel of the barrow groaned under the weight. “Martha!” The maid froze. Valentina felt her heart stop. Through a small tear in the tarp, she saw the silhouette of Kennedy standing on the veranda, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Where are you going with that trash?” he called out, his voice lazily cruel. “The…the alley bin, sir,” Martha stammered, her voice shaking. “The gardener left a mess. I’m clearing it before the rain ruins the path.” Kennedy looked at the pile of weeds for a heartbeat that lasted an eternity. Then, he shrugged. “Fine. Make it quick. I want this house purged of her memory by morning.”