Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

Phase one, complete. The minute Rosa stepped into the room, a loud feedback rung in sunny ear caused her to groan loudly, people around the counter turned to look at her weirdly as she placed her hands on both her ears, the second the sound stopped sunny eyes shot to the office window but it was blacked out "Rosa?, Rosa?" Sunny called, but no response Her heart hammered against her chest Shit shit shit Sunny placed her hand on her racing heart with her eyes focused on Avac's room door

Juste remembered one his mother’s greatest work. Being a herbalist herself, he never would imagine the vastness of Saraise Isaacs' scientific accomplishments if he didn’t look for the ingredients of the Remedium. Her mother’s discovery and breeding experiments landed her a place in scientific books. He started to feel enthusiastic and excited about getting the next ingredient. Saraisium ordinem, also known as ice rose, is a succulent plant that had been specifically bred for the very purpose of making the Remedium.

"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. __________________

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”

scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet. I picked up a glass and poured out a generous amount of warm milk. I had barely lifted up the glass to my lips when I heard the clicking sound of heels on the hard mabel tiles, accompanied by a sonorous voice and rich laughter. My Mom soon came into view, overdressed as usual, holding up a phone to her ear and smiling like a shy teenager who has recently fallen in love. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I knew immediately who she was talking to. Joe, the beard-y-old man who has been courting my mother for the past two months now.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I bought asparagus and a sourdough loaf and a jar of wildflower honey and stood for twenty minutes at a flower stall looking at everything without buying anything because the looking was the point rather than the acquisition. I thought about Sophia and the rosemary plant. She would be on a flight by now or preparing for one. Las Cruces to Albuquerque, connecting through Dallas or Phoenix, arriving at JFK or LaGuardia tomorrow morning. I had not asked about the specific itinerary beyond the arrival time, which was eleven-fifteen in the morning, because the specific itinerary was hers to manage and my role was to be at the other end of it. I bought rosemary from the herb stall. A small pot, da

“But I think it can remind me how I see myself. And that’s enough to burn the world clean.” He didn’t answer. Just lowered his eyes. Behind me, the lights dimmed briefly. A soft chime played—the cue for the live demonstration. A mist of HER rose from the platform behind the booth, dancing into the air like a whispered memory. The scent reached the crowd slowly—warm honeyed spice, smoked fig, rose ash, vanilla soaked in sorrow. The smell of survival. Applause surged again. Then came the sound no one expected. A metallic groan. A snap. Then—