Rosewood 3rd Season Novels & Stories

“I can give you a day off if you’re not feeling too well. Go take a walk.” Rose stood still. Removing her name tag, she patted the documents on the table. “These are the flow and quota statements of top-notch actors over the past three years. Don’t say I never told you, Mr. Bell, but if you wish to steal from the lion’s den, then you have to do it when it’s not at home. Right now is the perfect timing!” Sean beamed brilliantly. “That makes sense.” Rose got up and left. Returning to her rented apartment, Rose threw herself exhaustedly onto the large bed.

"I didn't want you carrying another thing. You already had enough." She considered that. "That's not your decision to make." "You're right." She looked at me sideways. "That's twice in one week you've admitted I'm right. I'm keeping count." I almost smiled. The kettle clicked off and her mother set three mugs on the table and sat down with us, wrapping both hands around hers the way Roseanne did, same gesture, same grip. We sat like that while Paul's voice came through the closed study door, low and steady, talking to someone. His lawyer probably. The sound of someone making a problem smaller by applying the right pressure to the right place.

said Rose. “Okay, but be careful, Rosie! I want you to be fine always, okay? If anything happens, call me. I will be here within a minute. See you at home?” asked Piers. “You are going to his home tonight? But you promised me you would see the new series, ‘Optika’ with me,” pouted Seth. “Hey! I promised that we would see that on the weekend. Why are you pouting? Oh no! But if I don’t go home, how will I talk to Roger?” pondered Rose.

My voice was hoarse. He shifted awkwardly, words caught on his tongue. The aloof, untouchable man everyone knew was, in truth, a shy boy. Finally, he came forward, slipped off his jacket, and draped it gently around my shoulders. "I was worried about you," he murmured, blushing. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from Sarah. I opened it and my pupils shrank sharply. On screen, George and Sarah were undressed, tangled in bed. Sarah faced the camera, smiling with triumph and mockery. Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure.

“Three months, Pat. I was still with Charles. I don’t know who the fuck is the father.” I inhaled sharply, unable to mask the disbelief. “What the fuck, Rosa? You’re three months pregnant and you don’t know who your baby daddy is?” She ran her hands over her face. “I don’t know! And I’m hoping it’s not Charles.” I hoped it wasn’t him too. I couldn’t have her sneaking back into his life. I could see right through her already. She was probably having issues with Alex over the missing documents and thinking of a way to get back to Charles.

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

I wanted to throw up. Leaving this place was the only thing on my mind. However, there was some sort of restriction placed on me that forced me to watch this live porn scene. Their moans pierced my eardrums. They had ended up in bed somehow and were in a passionate embrace right in front of my wedding photo with Lori. I tried hard to cover my ears. It lasted for an hour before they were finally done. I watched them coldly as they finished each other off in bed.

"Really? But you're getting married. You'll be Wendy's husband soon. Jack... you can't stay with me forever." She tried to pull away from his embrace, but he held her tightly by the waist, refusing to let her go. His eyes were dark, filled with restraint and a pain he couldn't quite hide. "Don't go, Rose. Even if I get married to Wendy, I can still be with you. I'll talk to Wendy on the wedding day. I'll ask her to let you move in. After that, we'll never have to be apart again." Every word was tender, filled with earnest sincerity.

The four of them were positioned in a way that ensured that both the door and the windows were covered. "Is there a grudge between us?" Sebastian asked, looking at one of the men. "You've killed so many members of the Slaughter Gods. How could there not be a grudge between us?" the man answered coldly. "What about you?" Sebastian asked, turning to look at Rose. "I came to watch the show, handsome. Don't be so nervous." She smiled winsomely at him. The other three turned to look at her in surprise. Rose was the most powerful among them. If she didn't take action, there was no guarantee that the three of them would be able to overpower Sebastian and Gavin.

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.