Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Rosemary's fingers lingered on the rim of the glass for a heartbeat. She raised the spiked red wine to her lips, her smile serene, reminiscent of a pristine white lotus. The glass made its way to Bradley. "A toast to you, Bradley." He accepted the glass, his eyes briefly catching the subtle tremble of her fingertips. Without a word, he raised the glass to his lips and drained it in one swift motion. Rosemary's gaze fell, and she tapped her spoon against the rim of her now-empty glass three times: a clear, sharp sound that was lost amidst the clinking of glasses, yet it struck a chord in me, sending a jolt through my heart.

Sonia squealed. "Sony, it is more intense than that, I'm married," she said, making Sonia laugh. "You almost got me there Rosa," she said while trying to control her laughter. "I'm serious," Rosaline said. "What! Check your PC I'm video calling. Sonia shrieked. Rosaline walked over to her laptop and answered the video call. "Let me see your ring finger," Sonia said immediately. "Rosaline showed her finger. She squealed on seeing the diamond ring on it.

Too quiet. The smell of coffee drifted through the air warm, rich, the kind that should’ve felt like comfort. But the sight that greeted me turned it sour. Rosemary . She was humming softly, sleeves rolled up, her hair tied back with a neat ribbon like she’d been living here her whole life. The counter gleamed. A plate of pancakes rested on the island Liam’s favorite kind. Her back was turned, but the moment she heard my footsteps, she whirled around with a smile too bright to be real.

I furrowed my brow as I turned my attention back to the door. Weren't they standing at the door? But… The sounds I'm hearing. I strained my ears further. It sounded like someone was doing the dishes. Could the whispering be coming from the kitchen and not outside this door? But how's that possible? How am I hearing people talking from the kitchen? “You're so useless and worthless that even death doesn't want you,” I raised my head to see Rosemary cross her arms with a sneer plastered on her face as she stepped closer to me and looked at me like I was trash.

I pulled a sprig. Not thinking — the reach was the reach, the instinctive gesture of someone who had grown up with a garden that had rosemary in it and had always pulled a sprig when she passed it, the smell being one of those smells that required the act of crushing to be fully itself. I crushed it between my fingers. The smell hit the October air with the specific quality of rosemary in cold — sharper than in warmth, more distinct, the smell of itself without any diluting heat. He was watching me.

Does she not keep up with the times? She bring me in for a tight long hug and immediately I smell her sweet scent. A mix of roses and her natural scent that gives me the strangest feeling of being home. I know, weird. My body is on fire and I’m half tempted to bring her in for a passionate kiss. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Rosalie.” She pulls back and smiles happily at me. Loud club music comes on in the distance. “Oh no. That’s probably Michael and Christopher taking over the party.” She rolls her eye and takes another drag from my cigarette then hands it back and trades me for the champagne.

I feel her slickness, and it’s doing things to me. I popped her nipple from my mouth and started kissing her again. When I pulled back, she gasped, and I was hit with an incredible scent of roses and ginger. Sweet and spicy, just like Romy. Zeb is losing his mind, and Romy is looking at me in shock. I smiled and kissed her again. When I pulled back, I whispered in her ear, “Mate.”

I smirk, knowing I have her now. "Really!?" Little too excited. She shrieks and flip her hair. "Yup" I gulp down my whisky. A few seconds later the brunet strolls our way, “Another one?” I nod “And for you?” Rosemary checks the bar searching for her poison. “Mmm, give me a Cosmopolitan” She nods and start mixing Rosemary’s drink. “So where is the boss man?” I ask jumping right in. "No clue." A frown forms on her face as she hands Rose her drink.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"