Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

“No way, brah. This is LA. We’ve gotta be seen. How about Lucky Red? We haven’t been there in a while. That hot waitress you like works there, the one with the red hair.” “Mark, all of the waitresses at Lucky Red have red hair. It’s kind of the theme.” “Oh, right, brah! I hadn’t thought of that. Sweet! So… Lucky Red, then? See Rosa?” Rome thought about the girl in the parking lot, the blonde who’d told him that’s where she was going that night. She’d probably think he was there to see her. But Rosa was hot, and he was pretty sure there was more to her than one might think. She’d told him that she was waitressing while she was going to school to be a nurse, so it wasn’t like she was just anot

I asked, not sure how I should address her. “Yes, dear?” I sat up straight, but left a reassuring hand on Skye’s knee. “I think I am in possession of one of your old Book of Shadows.” Rosie pulled her shawl around her, and shuffled closer to me. “How so?” “We went to the library – Hawthorn Central Library,” I added for clarification. “Herb, the man who runs it, I suppose, gave it to me. And he gave me something of a strange message, too.”

I could feel his chest pressed lightly on my back. "Back in the city so soon Aiden?" He smiled. It wasn't a nice one. I could see. Cause I always did that. "Rose, Carrie is looking for you" I nodded walking to the back room and I turned to look at them too . But didn't give it any second thought. I had received my cash and I take my bag saying goodbye to Carrie and thinking about grabbing some food from the local mart.

“If you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the truth. Esteban can be trusted. He’s your only ally. Protect him. The future depends on it.” Her father’s handwriting. Before she could react, the wall behind Esteban exploded inward, sending them both crashing to the floor. Smoke poured in, and shadows loomed in the haze. Gunfire. Esteban shoved her behind the overturned desk. "Run!" "Not without you!" "They’ll kill you!" She kissed him, fast and fierce, then slipped the folder into her apron and sprinted for the bookcase. Shots whizzed past her, one grazing her arm. She cried out but didn’t stop.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

Aria turned around, a genuine, warm smile instantly touching her face. Hurrying out from the back storeroom was Rose. She was nineteen years old, with bright, wide blue eyes and a messy ponytail. She was wearing an oversized green sweater that looked like it had been washed a hundred times. Rose was an orphan, aging out of the state system last year, and she practically lived at the bookstore. She was the sweetest, most unabashedly innocent person Aria had ever met in her entire life. Rose practically bounced over to the counter, holding up a tiny, incredibly soft yellow knitted blanket.