Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

"What else?" "The flowers," I breathed, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs as the dark, addictive chemistry between us flared to life. "No white lilies. They smell like a funeral. Use the dark roses from the estate gardens." "Marcus," Rowan called out without breaking eye contact with me. "Write it down." "Already on it, Boss," Marcus’s voice drifted from the shadows of the transept, laced with a quiet amusement that made my cheeks burn.

Third Person's POV "Consider this as a gift for our mating and a thank you for your hard work in caring for Mother these past few days…… Emm, just accept it," Ulrik said as he turned to look at Rosemary on the bed, his cedar pheromones carrying a hint of warmth for his elder. "Mother, how are you feeling today?" Rosemary was also taken aback by her son's actions, her aged pheromones slightly rippling. In response to his question, she said, "Sabrina has been working hard to care for me. I feel a bit better today and should be able to get up and move around tomorrow."

The glass assassin—now wearing Echo’s face—smiled from the screen. "You’re beginning to understand," she whispered. "The roses aren’t weapons. They’re seeds." The feed cut to a live satellite image—twenty-seven locations across the globe, each marked by a blooming black rose. New York. Moscow. Beijing. Rykov’s old facilities. Lina’s voice crackled through their earpieces: "Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me—" The glass assassin finished her sentence: "Welcome to the garden, little stars." The roses did three things:

Rosa’s head fell back against the mirror with a choked cry. “Ah—! Oh god!” He groaned at her taste. The sound came deep and guttural, vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.” His tongue circled her clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Rosa’s small hands flew to his hair and fingers threaded through the dark strands as her hips jerked. Every lick, every suck, every lazy swirl of his tongue sent sparks shooting up her spine. The wet sounds of his mouth working between her thighs filled the moonlit room.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

Rosemary- I ran so fast through the forest I could barely breathe. That’s when I knew I must have traveled far. It was all to much. I never thought I’d see Josiah again. I knew there was something familiar in his eyes, but I never expected it to be him. I never expected him to be an absolute heart throb much less my mate. Everything I was, was a trap. Designed to seek and destroy. I had to end this before I somehow hurt him. I knew he’d never stop until he found me again. All the anger and thirst for revenge raged inside me but though I was driven by hate, my love for Josiah made me want to end myself so I could never hurt him even if it meant not getting my revenge. In all my fury I fell to

He pulled himself out of his seat and followed the woman into the kitchen. "Seven." She pulled his arm. "You have a little crush?" "Were you listening that entire time?" He asked. "Yes. But, that's not the point. You like Remi? She's such a pretty girl. It would be nice to have her as a daughter in law." "Woah eomma!" He waved his hands. "Slow down. I'm not marrying her just yet." "Well, I would still like to have her apart of this family." She walked over to the counter and pulled the yellow Roses out of their vase. "Take these to her tomorrow."

"Wake up sleepy head!! Happy birthday Rose. Wake up!!", Royce keeps jumping repeatedly on my bed and screaming at a high pitch like a mad man. I drag my fluffy covers over my head and press them gently against my ears, trying to keep his deafening screams out. I sigh in relief when the sound goes down a few pitches but my satisfaction is short-lived because he drags the covers harshly away from my body. "Go away..." I groan, turning away from him.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________