Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

"And right now, it's not the fragrance of the cooking food I'm smelling. It's rosemary and thyme." My eyes narrowed. Rosemary and thyme? She begins to sing the song 'Cherry' by Lana Del Rey where there is the line 'rosemary and thyme' and I then understand what she means. I roll my eyes. She is being funny but totally exaggerating. Eren just made me embarrassed yesterday, nothing more. "You're b—" "Go and thank him." She comes to me and whispers. "He is in the salon." She gives me an accomplice wink as if she has just given me the best tip ever.

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.

“Remind me, why is my last name being used here?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks past me, and the faintest breeze stirs the air between us, carrying his scent. I inhale instinctively, and my body tenses. Rosewood. Sage. Cinnamon. It’s intoxicating, alluring, a mix that clings to the air like a spell. But my mind rebels. Rowan hates sage, and rosewood has always made him sneeze. Cinnamon—yes, maybe on rare occasions—but never this blend, never this overwhelming, magnetic combination.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

I hung up the call. The silence and the echo hammered so well when the call was dropped. A Lonely big house. With my last glass of drink, I went up to the last room in the main building and went through the designer's clothes aligned along the wall. I watched all I could, the clouds, the stars, and the moon emitting bright light across the street. I sat down near the pot of salvia Rosmarinus, commonly known as rosemary flower, an evergreen shrub with needle-like leaves having a fragrant smell. It was pure.

She could barely breathe, but she was acutely aware of her daddies still fucking her body. “Fuck!” Damien grunted, pumping once, then twice, and on the third thrust, he froze with his cock down her throat. “Swallow,” he urged in a tense voice. She obeyed, swallowing the hot streams of come that spurted out of his cock, splashing in her mouth down her throat. “Fuck me!” Micheal pulled free of her body, and a second later, hot ropes of his come landed on her bare ass and back. A moment later, Damien let go of her hair and eased his still hard cock from her mouth. “You did so good, Rosé ,” he whispered, bending down to kiss her forehead.