Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

I went upstairs to find a mask and put it on. Fortunately, it was winter, so I put on my hat and covered myself up tightly. Today was the weekend. I was going to meet and have a conversation with Stephen. According to the information Ricky gave me, every weekend, Stephen would take his daughter, Rosie to the mall to let her read in a bookstore, and he would work in the mall. I walked into the mall and directly went to the bookstore. Walking around the shop, I saw Rosie sitting quietly on the floor in the corner of the bookstore, holding a book in her hand and absorbing it with great interest.

ROMAN'S POV. Roses and i have had s smooth relationship as of recent. Things have been really great between us and the more I spent time with her, the more stories she told me both the serious and ridiculous part of her live back in San Francisco the more fond i grew of her. I remember she once told me about a day she and her friend when into a boutique acting high and classy and took all the jelly gum in the jar of the store and walked out without buying anything.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

Tomorrow evening I would be back on a miserable flight to Iowa, so I might as well make some memories while I was here. I knew that Emma would probably be exhausted from partying and everything else that goes along with a wedding night, so I just grabbed a book and headed out to the beach. It was quiet on the resort, as all the guests were sleeping off the party. A tree caught my eye as I wandered toward the water, and I went to investigate. It was a funny little tree, with bunches of beautiful five petaled flowers. I picked one blossom from a branch, and held it to my nose. It was the sweetest flower I had ever smelled. I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

I stood on the pavement and stared up at the signboard of the shop he’d parked his ride in front of. “The Blossom Blooms,” I read out loud. It was a tiny floral shop wedged between the sporting goods store and the local pharmacy, but it stood out for the gorgeous, colorful blooms on display on the other side of its glass storefront. “You’re here to buy flowers?” I asked. “You like stating the obvious, huh,” he replied. Ollie held the door open for me, and it almost made me forgive him for his last sarcastic comment, almost. The Blossom Blooms interior smelled heavily of roses and magnolias and hyacinths and a few others I didn’t know the names for. This mix of scents was kind of nice and not

Rudra says as he takes the book from my hand to show me the page I opened. The page has drawing of one man and woman without face entwined to each other in sitting position where the woman is on the top. "Ahhhhhhh! What kind of person keeps a book like this. Oh my eyes. What have I seen? Put it aside." I say as I look away and he takes me towards the sofa. "Why? It is the reason you are happy, aren't you?" He say as he pushes me to take a seat and hovers above me.

“Hmm. Not bad. Maybe you’re learning.” “Learning from the best,” I said, smirking. She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.” We stayed there for a few more minutes and when the sun was starting to set, we left and began walking back to the condo only for Rosa to pause in front of a bookstore we’ve passed earlier. “Hold on,” she said, her gaze fixed on the window display. I followed her line of sight to a beautifully bound journal, its leather cover embossed with an intricate floral design.