Rosewood Episode Novels & Stories

The Black Rose was the only flower in a graveyard of ice. But then, she heard it. A faint, rhythmic beeping from her tactical comms. A signal, not from the place she was but from the different dimensions. A path of serenity that no one understood.

Dawson just drop another child on her without warning? Before she could dwell on it, Rosie had already jumped on the couch. But she didn't sit like a normal person. Instead, she stood on the armrest, balancing on one leg while she grabbed the TV remote. "Rosie, what are you doing?" Martin called out. "Watching TV!" She clicked through channels rapidly, finally landing on some old reruns of iCarly. Martin walked over and settled onto the couch cushion beside her or rather, below her, since she was still standing on the armrest.

Henry's POV “Much better,” Denise said, adjusting my bow. I kissed her forehead softly, smiling as she giggled shyly. “Let's go.” She urged, and I complied. “Rosie!” Denise shouted, “thirty minutes is up, Rosie. Let's go.” We both waited. I faintly heard Rosie's door open and close. Then her footsteps, as she descended. The first thing that caught my attention was the silver pair of heels, then the floor-length dark red dress.

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.

I leaned both hands on the edge of the mahogany desk, my weight forward, my eyes scanning every square inch of the high-resolution feeds. Beside me, Rodah sat perfectly still. Her coffee mug sat untouched on the tray, the steam no longer rising from the dark liquid. She didn't move, her gaze glued to the screen showing the front doors of the secondary greenhouse. Her fingers were curled tightly into the leather arms of her chair, her knuckles pale under the dim light of the desk lamp. "Watch the treeline," I said, my voice barely louder than a breath. Right on cue, a dark shape broke through the dense brush three hundred yards from the fence.

I refused without hesitation, "There's nothing to talk about." Shayne's eyes fell on the roses in my arms, and he was visibly irritated. "There's something I need to ask you." After a moment of thought, I handed the roses to Julian. "Could you put these on my desk for me?" "Sure." … I sat in a cafe, with Shayne sitting across from me. He ordered a cup of coffee, while I ordered juice. He didn't speak right away. Not bothering to prompt him to talk, I sipped my watermelon juice slowly. It tasted great—not too sweet but just right.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

She was hiding her smile. “She’s your biggest defender,” Eris said, pointing at Rosie. “Really,” I muttered while taking a spoonful of the rice. “Yes, I never thought you would notice me,” Rosie rasped, and she just went on talking. I barely heard the things she said, but she mentioned how she met Eris for the first time. I just kept my gaze on Eris, the whole time, she was too shy to stare back at me.

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

I think to myself, irritated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rose POV