Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

Their voices wove through her consciousness like silk threads, carrying messages of welcome, concern, and an urgency that made her pulse quicken with anxiety she couldn't quite name. Standing in the morning light that streamed through the conservatory's glass walls, Iris pressed her palms against the cool surface and tried to make sense of the cacophony of botanical voices competing for her attention. The eternal roses, their luminescence dim but still present in daylight, whispered of the joy they'd experienced witnessing her connection with Damien. The silver-leafed vines that climbed the iron framework rustled with approval, their leaves catching the light in patterns that seemed almost l

He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory. The bartender nodded, and quickly produced Cara with a glass of Rosé. Cara grabbed the glass and sent the bartender a tight-lipped smile. Jason lifted his glass to his lips but stopped when Cara didn't move to pick up her glass. Seeing Jason's eyes on her face, Cara grabbed the glass and gulped. Alcohol wasn't her best friend. She hated the taste, and only tolerated the sweeter wines, like Sangria.

Odd. "Rose," Doing the same as I did earlier. Testing my name in a rich, silk-like voice caused me to shiver. "Eva, A beautiful name for a stunning woman. His tone was light as he spoke in a language I didn't understand. Yet the way he spoke those words, stirred a feeling inside the pit of my stomach. I'm in trouble here.

Rose was lying on the bed, on her side and with a nose mask on her nose, covering half of her face - her nose down to her chin. Although her heart was beating fast because she was not totally in support of this plan, she really had no choice, since the one who was speaking to her was her superior. "I'll be on my way now. Thank you for doing this." Sonia said, as she crouched by the bedside beside Rose. Swiftly, Sonia began to walk out of the room and in no time, she was in the hallway. As she approached the main entrance, "Stop right there!" A voice called out to her, and she stopped right in her tracks, her heart beating so fast.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.