Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

"Whatever happens, we face it together." "I know." "You're not alone." "I know." He squeezed. Held on. The Bookstore The store was small, wedged between a coffee shop and a used clothing store, a hand-painted sign swinging in the breeze. Crossroads Books. I stood across the street for a long time, watching. "He doesn't know you're coming," Adam said. "I know." "If you're not ready" "I'll never be ready." I crossed the street. Opened the door. The bell chimed. The store smelled like paper and dust and something else coffee, maybe, or the candles burning on the counter. Shelves lined every wall. Stacks of books covered the floor.

He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way." I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro." "Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore today?" "Just getting a book for my mum. She's a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. How about you? Any particular book catching your eye?" Finn gestured towards the novel in my hands, "Actually, I was thinking of giving this one a shot. Classic literature has a certain charm, don't you think?"

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

We’re setting up Rosa’s gallery. Annalise: BRB, SUMMONING MY RIDE LIKE THE ELEGANT, PISSED-OFF PRINCESS I AM. I grinned and showed the texts to Rosa, who lit up. “She’s the redhead that’s into herbal remedies and astrology?” “That’s her.” “I love her already!” Fifteen minutes later, Annalise waltzed in—flowy skirt, a tall iced matcha in one hand, and a tote bag. “This place is stunning,” she said, eyes wide. “It smells like lavender and ambition in here.”

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.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

“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.