Rosemary Sonic 소설 & 이야기

Shayari's pov I Saw a figure moving forward to the stairs i took my steps forward and without wasting time I hit the goon and an ear piercing scream can be heard that I guess woke the whole house And that scream belongs to the great one and only Shayari Firoz. Yes it's me I screamed as I could not hit that man but he definitely did. "leave me!" I screamed in pain as the person who ever he is has twisted my wrists and has pinned me on the floor

Rojean remarked, her eyes following where the man had went but he seemingly disappeared Once Krister took a seat a few distances away from them, far enough that he could still spy on them, he took his phone out and texted Rojean’s number which he got earlier, telling her that it was him and he apologised. Rojean did seem distracted that she hadn’t noticed her phone yet that was popping up notification messages. He frowned when she wasn’t even looking at the table but at her fiance so he called her up to just warn her about who the people who were there were. And that did work when Rojean noticed her phone vibrating and picked it up. “Hello?” Rojean greeted, talking over the loud music. “Hey,

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

Many people did not believe that Lancelot, who was usually honest and friendly, would do such a thing. Carra's expression remained unchanged. She took a piece of bamboo pipe from Nella's hand, looked at it thoughtfully and said in a calm tone. "Lancelot, you don't have to act like this. Can you recognize this piece of bamboo pipe? This was just found in your room. Yes, there are still some white powder left in it. I have already asked the physician to examine it. The white powder I found on the windowsill of my small courtyard is the same as of this scented incense. How do you explain this?"

There is also a rosemary plants in almost every corner which I think used to avoid mosquitoes because of its woody smell that makes the mosquito run away. "Sain?" I called my so called husband and start to walk slowly roaming my eyes around. No one answered me but there I saw him sleeping on the couch near the study table. The creased on my forehead deepen and approach him, intentionally making a heavy and noisy footsteps. But he didn't even move an inch. The sun ray that hits his face doesn't bothered him at all even my sharp gaze that focus to him. "Sain," I calmly called his name and poke his shoulder.

It was things we could feel in our heart, and how happy we truly were. Love was in nature, the leaves rustling, the amazing scent from the flowers, the chirping of the birds, the atmosphere was a blessed one. I was still basking in the euphoria of Mother nature when a loud blaring sound filled my ear drum. this beauty of nature when suddenly, an annoying sound started ringing against my ear. This sound disrupting everything and my peaceful atmosphere with nature as it continued to get louder and louder, it was annoying and i was getting pissed odd by the stupid noise. The noise grew louder and louder until it became the only thing i could hear. Then, everything went blank and my head felt he

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

She picked up a pair of gloves and scissors, then said something I couldn’t hear, before she whirled around and scowled at me. “What the heck are you doing out there?” she called, frowning irritably. Feigning surprise, I pressed a hand to my chest. “Oh! Am I allowed to enter?” Her glare was dry. “Get in here.” I grinned, happy to get on her prickly side. Then I stepped a foot inside, only to breathe in a lungful. “Damn, it smells good in here.” Isobel ignored my wonderment, already turning to the roses and eyeing them with a sad longing. “It’s going to have to be long-stem,” she decided.