Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

The curtains still swayed slightly from the open window, letting in the faint chill of dawn. I crossed the room slowly, each step heavier than the last. My instincts were screaming at me to leave it alone. To walk away. But my hand didn’t listen. The parchment was cold when I picked it up unnaturally cold, as though it had been sitting in snow moments ago. Three words. Written in ink so dark it looked like it had been bled onto the page: She will rise. I read them once. Twice. Again.

But this morning didn’t just bring a new day; it brought a new beginning for her. She got ready in her best outfit—a white button-up shirt and blue jeans. Yet the confidence within her made her feel as if she were about to rule the world, and suddenly her appearance didn’t seem to matter as much. Lucy and Renzo sent her off with a sweet kiss on the cheek and a cheerful goodbye. * Rosa stepped out of the taxi and stood before the structure built by the grit and relentless dedication of her father. Looking up, she read the name: Prose & Stanza Publishing House, the gold lettering glowing in the daylight like fluorescence. At the sight of it, a rush of emotions flooded her chest.

|| Author POV || Rosa tiptoed inside the library. It was already afternoon. She had planned to go to the café, so she got ready but before going, she wanted to check something. Even though she believed Killian, her curiosity refused to rest. The silence inside was comforting yet eerie. Every step echoed faintly beneath her light feet. Reaching the tall shelves, Rosa quietly pulled the wooden chair and climbed onto it. Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood.

"A man who calls the grandfather to ask about the grandchild is not a man who is performing fatherhood." "That's more than one thing," she said. "It was one continuous thought," he said. She drank her tea. Rose was in the pram behind the counter, the specific position she occupied at Hart Books which Theron called her office and Claire had accepted as fact. The Edinburgh Sunday morning outside. The Victoria Street cobblestones. The bookshop warm and entirely itself. "I know," Yessica said. Theron said nothing. Which was the right response. They left at twelve-thirty.

Just a kind of quiet I didn’t trust yet. Every morning I walked to the market and bought a small bundle of flowers. Hydrangeas when they had them. Peonies when they didn’t. I kept them in a jar by the window, like proof that something new was allowed to bloom. One morning, I met the woman who owned the bookstore two blocks away. Her name was Louise. Sixty-something. Sharp eyes. Foul mouth. She didn’t recognize me, but she complimented my scarf and offered me a free paperback with my first purchase. “You look like someone who needs to get lost in something.” I laughed, and took the book.

When she met me, she saw the challenges life may throw on some. While she sips her expensive coffee and laughs with rich fellows for tea, I spend my entire day juggling three jobs at the coffee shop, book store, and flower shop. “By that, tomorrow I am going to this club Dad opened. He wanted me to check it out.” She said smiling. I nodded. “Okay, go ahead, I’ll be leaving now. Mrs. Rose will kill me if I am late today.” I bid her goodbye and took my bag while heading towards the flower shop. Mrs. Ross is one of the most generous yet amazing people I have ever met and surprisingly her name suits her very well with her flower shop.

Sighing, I walk back towards the path I came, heading towards the bookstore that I usually go to incase I have any books I want to purchase. ''Good morning, Rose.'' Jack, the owner here, greets me. He's almost in his seventies but he's a very hardworking man. Besides, whenever I tell him to go home and get some rest or slack off, he would say that he doesn't have anything else to do; this bookstore is where he wants to spend his time. I smile at him, heading towards his direction, ''Good morning, Jack. How are you?'' He lets out a breathy laugh, ''I'm good, how are you? It's been awhile since I last saw you and your boyfriend. Are you two doing well?'' The sky blue eyes he have never fail to

, The Petal Pages, Portobello Road, now 50 branches but original shop still with same bell. Elise was arranging white roses when Rose burst in, holding Tesco test with two dark lines, with Leo behind her in itchy hoodie holding Tesco noodles as offering again. "MOM! Two dark lines! Real!" Elise looked at test, at Rose's face, at Leo's noodles, and hugged them both, crying, because she had been there, twice, with two dark lines. "Oh, baby, my baby having baby. My Rose having Rose. Fourth Rose." At 7:30 p.m., Blackwood Tower, 50th floor, Chairman's office.

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen