Rosemary Kennedy Young Novels & Stories

Food comes later. The sounds of my foot tapping on the floor echoes across the hallways. Somehow, I felt that someone was watching over me but I shrugged it off and went my way. Mr Young substitute always arrives late no matter how late I arrive in the class which is a good thing for me. When I returned to school two months ago, I had little hope that he would still be teaching us even if he disappeared without a word, but my world crumbled when Miss Rose came in smiling, introducing herself as Mr Young's substitute. It amazed me that nobody knows the real reason Why Mr Young quit teaching us. There were numerous ridiculous rumors going around and I would be lying if I said that I didn't en

“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?”

"Oh, to be young and in love. You're making me jealous!" Mason chuckled, giving him a light pat on the back. Rosemary came over, diligently tidying Terrence's appearance. She stood beside her husband, talking to Mason, lavishing praise on Zoe for her beauty, grace, and talent. Terrence lightly patted his wife's hand. "If you like her so much, just take her as our goddaughter. It's rare to see you get along with anyone so well." Rosemary shot her husband a glance. Although she was over 40, she still had charm and a certain beauty.

Ambrose still remembered that little girl holding a cake and chocolate in her hands, saying happily, "This is a gift from the kind sir." That radiant smile on Larissa's face stayed in Ambrose's heart. Perhaps it was that smile that made him recognize her at a glance when they met again years later. "Mister, did you find any clues about the Carter family?" Larissa waved her hand in front of Ambrose's eyes. Ambrose snapped out of his thoughts. He grabbed her fingers, kissing them gently. "Kennedy was born into the Carter family of Jaerdonia. He was a medical doctor. "The Carter family owns a private hospital. Kennedy had been working there before the incident.

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.

Rose also said, she was happy after knowing Stoll and Keller had an affair, she had seen Keller from childhood and like that girl a lot. “You know the little girl name Kenna working for me?” Stoll asked, Adair, told him about what happened that day, and also it was Rose who allowed Saya to take Kenna away but Ashford wasn’t ready to say Saya’s name, and Kenna can’t be involved in a big family, after all, she is just a small girl and Mrs. Madison is already fighting for her, she still wanted Kenna to be on her son’s bed. “Well, that beautiful child, how can anyone forget her after seeing her angel like face” Rose replied with a smile not knowing what happen to her.

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

I knew he’d make an excellent father, an excellent partner. For someone else. My throat burned as someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a stylish young woman, hardly twenty, smiling at me nervously. “Excuse me, are you Rosemary, the jewelry designer?” She asked. “Uh, yes.” I stammered, startled. “I’m Rosemary.” “Oh my gosh, hi!” Her face brightened instantly. “I’m such a huge fan. Literally in love with everything you make.” My heart beat faster at the compliment.

* 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.

God only knows where his mouth has been. “A beautiful wedding reception, great music and a stunning woman like you sitting all alone with alcohol as her only companion is a sore sight for the eyes,” Veronica heard a deep tenor voice behind her after some minutes. She didn’t remember the last time anyone complemented her looks. She smiled internally but she froze when she saw the person who had complimented her was none other than the president of the country himself, Kennedy walters. They had formerly been introduced by Theo and Lloyd. Kennedy has been a widower for the past four years. That was common knowledge and he found Veronica absolutely beautiful and sophisticated. She looked young f