Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

Like I was just Hayley again, not some werewolf queen. Hours passed in a flurry of cooking and preparation. As we were putting the finishing touches on the meal, I heard Roman's voice calling out. "Rose?" My heart leapt at the sound. Wiping my hands on a nearby towel, I hurried to meet him. "There you are!" I exclaimed, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. "I was wondering where you'd disappeared to." I said, hurrying to meet him. Roman crossed the room in a few long strides, pulling me into his arms. I melted against him, breathing in his familiar scent, a mixture of pine and something uniquely him.

"The scar on your brow..." I murmured, my fingers unconsciously touching the old scar above his eye. Holden turned me toward him, his drunken eyes filled with starlight. "And the white roses every Wednesday at three in the afternoon... "Every time I watched you get upstairs safely, only then did I dare go home." At some point, the rain outside had grown heavier, pattering against the glass. I looked at the man in front of me, his eyes red at the corners, so gentle and so deeply in love.

Rosemary arched her back, her fingers tangling frantically into my dark hair as she let out a loud, breathless cry. "Kieran... please, it's too much," she whispered, her legs trembling against my sides. I didn't stop. I slid my hands down to cup her bottom, lifting her slightly as I moved my mouth lower, finding the soft, slick heat between her thighs. The moment my tongue made contact, Rosemary convulsed. Her head fell back against the pillows, a loud, shattered moan ripping from her throat.

he muttered, his voice cracking. ​Rose stepped closer, her expression shifting to one of clinical pity. "She is a variable, Julian. One that keeps you from functioning. And since you’re clearly struggling with the termination protocol, I’ll take the decision out of your hands." ​She signaled her team. They didn't strike Julian; they used a concentrated sonic device, a high-frequency pulse that sent him crumpling to the floor in immediate unconsciousness. ​"And her," Rose added, pointing at me. "Bring her. She is the only key that can force his internal systems to re-calibrate. If he won't delete her, I’ll force him to rewrite his entire existence to keep her."

Yasmind said in a soft, affectionate tone. "That's good to hear," Donald said, satisfied. … Amber was at home, relaxing. She had a face mask on as she enjoyed her leisure day. Sophia sat beside her, eating fruit. Amber glanced at Sophia. "Does it taste good?" Sophia immediately offered a piece to Amber. Amber sat back in satisfaction, closing her eyes to enjoy her life. Just then, someone knocked on the door. Sophia got up to open it and saw Charlotte standing outside. Her expression instantly darkened. "What are you doing here?"

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.

Something specific. A plant for the kitchen. A specific kind. She put it on the kitchen windowsill. Sandy looked at it. “What kind is it,” she said. “Rosemary,” Catherine said. “It needs direct light. Kitchen windows are usually good for it.” “What’s it for,” Sandy said. “Cooking,” Catherine said. “If Marcus wants. Or just to have.” She looked at the plant. “My mum always had rosemary in the kitchen. Said it made the room smell like something was about to happen.”

“Ficus, bonsai, lavender… Oh, and over here, I’ve just started propagating this Lamb’s-Ear. Feel how soft the leaves are!” I simply nod in response as I walk around the room, using my sense of smell to envision the path that Ruby took through here. Her scent has lingered more than she realizes, for me at least. As her mate, I could pick up her scent for hours, days even, after she’s been somewhere. My nose leads me to the table at the back of the shop. My suspicions are only confirmed when Rosemary begins babbling about another plant as a weak attempt at getting me away from the table. I simply ignore her and yank the table away from the wall.

Ivy noticed Chloe panic face. ‘Dodge’ Chloe screamed. ‘Dodge??’ ivy asked with big question marks on her head, she didn’t even get to look in front of her when the ball hit her on her head hard. It felt like a dream as she fell a song named panis angelicus played in her brain (song played in catholic churches before taking the bread of Christ), was this the end? Ivy asked herself as she fell. Her head hit the floor and she felt something warm on her neck and also felt like something was tearing and putting her head back together.

Rose As tears start to fall from my eyes, I remain frozen at my spot; somehow surprised to hear his voice. My eyes wandering around—trying to find if he's actually here, watching me but I see nothing, causing me to cry even more. I want to hear more of him, I want to hear from him, I want him here. ''How's my Rose?''