Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

I pulled out my duffel bag and quickly packed up my few belongings. Suddenly, Carlo kicked the door open in anger. Seeing the bag by my feet, he sneered and kicked it over. I frowned and glared at him. "What's your problem?" "I should be asking you that, Rosa! Are you pulling that same trick again? You didn't die last time you jumped into the river, so where are you planning to go this time? Are you going to send another suicide note again?"

“If Viv can’t handle it, I can pour drinks. We keep him happy.” His gaze flicked toward her. “And judging by the state of that florist shop out there, I’d say you’re doing something right.” Despite herself, Rose huffed a small breath. “Still don’t know what we’re going to do with all those flowers,” he added. “Neither do I,” she said. A beat passed. “Guess I’ll go then.” Luke nodded once. Rose stepped back out into the bar. Viv was behind the counter, stringing garlic up between the rows of roses like some kind of chaotic decoration.

Three days after visiting the sunflower field, Amethyst found herself walking through the hallway of Jonathan's house, her thoughts scattered and her heart heavy. No matter how many times she rubs her skin, no matter how many times she takes a bath, she still doesn't lose the feeling when Jonathan touches her. The disgust is still in her.

After dinner, they browsed the mall below the restaurant and bought some clothes and shoes. Then Bianca took her to their real destination of the evening. It was close by—less than ten minutes by car. A small, elegant garden-style shop located in a quiet alley behind a busy commercial street. Store name: Late Rose. The entrance was lined with all kinds of roses. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft nude-pink lighting radiated a dreamy glow, and even from outside, the scent of roses lingered in the air. If one were just passing by, they'd assume it was a luxury spa.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Not more than a few minutes passed before Rose came into view from behind the bookshelf. She had only left a small gap between the heavy furniture and the window, just big enough for her to get in and out. It wouldn't be dark, Sebestian noticed that although she had pushed back the bookshelf, the chair and a small coffee table, she had left the two small w climbing lamps as, not to mention that one of the four walls in there would be almost one hundred percent window.

At a corner in her room there was two shelves filled with books and a table with a chair. Ivy walked to the nightstand and took her reading glasses and pills; she wore her glasses then walked to the mirror. A girl with natural ash hair cascading her shoulders stared back at her and she had dark circles. She is clad in a big white top reaching her thigh and black shorts. She sighed looking at her reflection then walked away and exited the room. The hallway was beautiful and big, one could easily get lost, and she made numerous turns with ease and climbed down the long beautiful staircase then headed to the refrigerator.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Here's to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life. ✾ The place behind the counter looked very much like it really belongs to Verdant. There were various shelves full of jars that had different colored liquids inside. Some had roots, leaves, as well as some things that I didn’t bother identifying. For some reason, my wolf had told me it was better that I didn’t know. There were barrels on either side of the counter, their spigot dripping a sticky brown liquid whose stench made me crinkle my nose. Furrowing my brows, I tried leaning over the counter, checking if there was something that I could at least give Auster, maybe even some water.

Beads of sweat clamped on my forehead and palms and everything became blurry. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Roselle" she beamed extending her small hand. "Roselle??" I asked, sinking my fingers into my flesh. "Yes." "What's your full name please??" I questioned, holding my breath. "Are you ok sir??" She asked taking in my disheveled form. "I asked you a question please" I said digging my boots into the plush carpet. "Its Jackson" she said staring at me confusingly. "Roselle Jackson."