September Novel Rosamunde Pilcher Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

She took a paper bag from a roasted chestnut vendor, tucked it into her embrace, chased a few steps, and hopped onto a slowly passing streetcar. Some things in the world are forever unfair, like the divide between paupers and nobles. Some are forever fair, like the sky and the sunlight. The messy slums became slightly softer under the caress of the setting sun. The man hurrying through knew the dense spiderweb of narrow alleys like the back of his hand, and soon stopped in front of an old house. He knocked a few times in a specific rhythm of long and short beats. The door opened, revealing a face thick with beard, sweat seeping from an anxious forehead. "Sean is fading fast. The medicine isn

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

Rose threw her hands in the air frustratedly as she stomped to the door. Just as she threw it open, Percival was about to knock again and accidentally rapped his knuckles against her forehead, pulling his hand back as though he’d been burned. “I’m so sorry Ma’dam, I wanted to make sure you were ok after such a horrible night and thought you might not have heard my first knock” he rushed to get out. Stepping back to allow him a view of her room, he stopped partway through the doorway. Turning to see what the problem was, Rose remembered Sean sprawled on her bed. “Oh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you while with company. Please forgive my intrusion. I was just about to take my leave anyway. It w

Gold rippled off him in waves beautiful, terrifying, wrong. “Ares,” I whispered. He lifted his eyes to mine, and my throat tightened. They weren’t wolf-gold anymore. They were sun-gold. Too bright. Too alive. Too awakened. He was becoming something he didn’t recognize. Something I didn’t recognize. Something Clara wanted. The sea hissed behind us, waves twisting into spirals around her like a thousand serpents ready to strike. Clara towered above the churning water, her hair whipping in a crown of black currents, her smile sharp enough to cut bone.

Beauty of a Snowflake Rosie spent the following few days after Thanksgiving packing. Her and Tamara were heading on a road trip a few hours away, back home to see their family for the Christmas holidays. After New Years, when they had gotten back to the campus, it wasn't long before Rosie ran into Anthony. She stopped at the library to pick up a book. On her walk back home, she had run right into someone's chest. "Woah," Anthony held onto her shoulders, stabilizing her. "Apologies." He bent down to pick up her book that had fallen. He glanced down at the cover. "Harry Potter, huh?"

He was Rosalind's brother and quite welcome here. "Well then, come sit by this fire. I just finished my novel and was planning to retire soon. I'd be happy to lend it to youif you enjoy novels, that is." She returned to her chair and picked up her book, then came back and placed it in his hands. "It's one of my favorites." He stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord? Thank you." It was an L. R. Gloucester novel, a torrid Gothic novel, and he was staring at it with a reverent expression that tugged at her heart. Like a man who hadn't held a book in his hands in years.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Even my toothbrush and towel were gone from the sink. A crushing wave of unease surged through her chest. June stood frozen in place, her hands trembling unconsciously. Unable to stay calm any longer, she spun around and rushed out. She hurried to find the employee living next door, her heart pounding so hard it felt ready to burst from her chest. "Have you seen Ian? Did he come back to the dorm at all these past few days? Tell me!" The employee looked completely bewildered by her urgency and could only shake his head repeatedly. "I really don't know, Ms. Sheffield. I haven't seen Ian in almost half a month. He wasn't even at the last meeting. We all thought he was on leave."

It has been a while since my last post. I wasn't sure if I wanted to end this novel now and continue the story in the next novel or just continue.After much thought I have decided to continue to the next parts of this story. Lady Rosalina will enter a new world, the question is; will it be all that she feared or will she find a new home to love like she found in Mercia? WARNING: the story gets dark and violent. Thank you for your patients. More chapters are coming and the story will continue. Thank you for ready and please come back for more.