September Novel Rosamunde Pilcher Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Rosalind Selene's eyes scanned the final words on the page while her heart began sinking deeper with each sentence. THE END. It read. Her hands trembled as she slowly closed the book, but the pressure of Rosalind's fate crushed her chest. Tears welled in her eyes that blurred her vision, and before she could stop herself, they spilled down her cheeks.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

He withdraw farther, drawing more distance between himself and Zeke's sheepishly, smiling face. He should have known better. After that night, he should have known better than to let himself get tangled up with this psycho again. Sunflower seeds dragged after him, leaving a long trail on the bed. Zeke tilted his head, gold strands of hair falling over his sharp, silver eyes. His profile looked mesmerizing, dangerously mesmerizing - like a siren, but far more deadly. He smacked his lips, his gaze settling on the long trail on sunflower seeds. The dark seeds against the white sheets looked messy, but to Zeke, it was an invitation. An invitation he was more than willing to accept.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

"Our third roommate right?" Anya nods her head then the girl was having blonde hairs with light brown eyes a cute face like a Disney princess character, she cheerfully forwards her hand "Hi, I'm Rosalinda Smith, you can call me Rose. I'll be doing bachelor's in literature" When Anya heard her name she couldn't help but mumble. "Gentle horse, name like personality." "Huh..." Rose asked with her misheard expression making Anya shakes her head in negative then she continues

He turned around and they were both lost in a deep warm kiss as they rolled on each other on the undressed bed. Prince knew what he was missing as he kissed her navel and went further to explore her pussy. Her pussy was hairless and divine. Mary really enjoyed his movement on her and had even forgotten her purpose was to tempt him. All she wanted at that point was to fuck him. As Prince was about to lick her pussy, flashes of Rose's parents invaded the moment and he stepped back. Mary didn't notice it at first until when several seconds proved his absence. She was surprised when she saw him feeling guilty.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

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.

Twenty three years later. Rose pulled her bike into the deserted carpark and killed the engine. The docks were never truly empty, not even at this hour. There were always eyes somewhere, watching, waiting. She checked the time on her phone. Quarter to twelve. Don’t be late. Luke’s voice echoed in her head. He doesn’t like it when you’re late. And as a rule, he detests wolves. “Good for him,” she muttered under her breath.