Rosewater Bookstore Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes in defeat, turned around, and made my way towards the door only to check the routine again. The bold italic words mocked back at me, stating my perilous future ahead. Rose Dawson:- Place: 44b, Winston street, forks. Mr. Dimitri Nevada's Residence. Day | Time Tuesday | 6: 00 pm Friday | 6: 00 pm

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

The secondary greenhouse looked like a dark glass tomb, completely still, but I knew Team Alpha was inside, tucked deep between the rows of tropical plants with their rifles cold and ready. I had not slept. The operations were too close to the line, and my mind was still buzzing with the heat from the master bedroom. The heavy study door clicked and swung open. I didn't reach for my gun. I knew her scent before she even stepped into the light of the desk lamp. Rodah walked in, fully dressed in a tight black sweater and dark jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the sharp, stubborn line of her jaw. She didn't look tired. Her green eyes were bright, locked onto me wit

Mona smiled, “Yes it’s me. The one and only Mona.” Barlene’s face lifted quickly in a smile. Upon walking outside from the counter, Rose could see better of the beautiful face of the tall woman who had owned the bookstore. Her lips were in a pink color. She looked tired as though she hadn’t slept and loved to wore the darkest shade of color. “Oh my lord,” Barlene whispered, “I thought you have died ripped by werewolves back in Agios since I have never received and respond back from your last envelope.” “Hey hey are you cursing me or are you relieved to see me back,” Mona clicked her tongue twice and stepped side. She settled her hand on Rose’s shoulders, gathering Barlene’s attention toward

"I'm not going to pretend I didn't see you smile like a cat that has caught its prey." "Thank goodness, I wasn't the only one who saw that." Rosa said, looking up from her phone. "I thought I was hallucinating." She relaxed into her seat and smiled. "Oh," she waved her hand. "It's this book I'm reading. It has a good storyline and I like the author." I nodded. "What about that guy you were talking about earlier this week who was acting possessive?" "Oh, that has been settled." She smirked. "He knew better not to cross the line."

After the tour Rosa and Sofia thanked Will and went back to their room. They were exhausted and decided to take a nap till dinner time but suddenly Rosa remembered that she left the book which she borrowed in the library so she rushed back to the library. After taking the book she was heading back but stopped as she saw a faint reddish glow at the corner of the library. Out of curiosity she went there but what she saw there scared her out of her wits. She would have never imagined it in her wildest dreams.

before I could or that angry lady could say anything, Ros took my hand and dragged me out of there, with him. "that little thingy can sense our scent, this happens to me often don't worry too much about it. Okay?" I nod. Holding on to his hand. " I am taking you to a book store, it is my favorite one!" I smile at the choice of Ros taking me to a bookstore. I mean almost had puppy eyes on my face, that is how much I am feeling after hearing the name of books. " How far is this place from my home? I mean the Winthrop forest? ," I ask Ros, letting my hand wave over my dress to straighten the shrink on it.

asked Nancy, in a very fake sad voice. At half-past seven, Mrs Smith and Emma went for the grand opening of their neighbour's bookstore. Emma wore a causal t-shirt on her jeans along with her thick jacket and shoes. It was huge compared to the other bookstores in Roseville. This bookstore was a rectangular building with huge glass windows on either side of the wooden door. Their neighbour, Mr Walter, a tall but very lean man, welcomed them inside and guided them. The ground floor was devoted to the children's section and fiction. A small wooden table and a chair were also kept close to the door. Mr Walter told them that it was reserved for a special guest. The first floor was devoted to non