Twilight Rosemary Novels & Stories

He kisses her on the top of her head, the morning version of a gesture that has a hundred versions now, and each one is its own thing, and takes the coffee from her hand, and they stand at the window together watching the September Begur morning become what it is. Rosa arrives at noon. She is in a dress the color of the sea — not the blue of it, the deeper grey-green of it when the light is low, and the water is full of its own depth. She has had her hair done, which Valentina has seen perhaps four times in her life, and she is carrying the sixth bowl, wrapped in the same tea towel, which Valentina did not expect and which undoes her completely for approximately forty-five seconds before she

We were required to take another set of exams to prove that we didn't cheat off of each other, and seeing the incredulous looks on the examiners’ faces when our results were out was really funny. Ella had stopped talking while she set her books on the table since the lab was nearly full. As the vanity crew (Ella nicknamed them this a week after we resumed) entered, the fragrance of strong cologne filled the room. I looked up just in time to see Ackleth Manor latch the door behind him; it was a regulation that the person who entered the lab last had to close it. He glanced back at the room, his lab coat thrown across one arm and his books in the other, caught my gaze and held it for a few sec

Next up, I proceed to tell Rosemary the news about my new position. I take a deep breath and make my way to Rosemary's room. Rosemary is the head maid, so she needs to know. Knocking softly on her door, I wait for her to invite me in. "Come in," Rosemary's gentle voice calls from inside. I step into her room and find her organizing her belongings. She looks up, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. "Sylvia, have you spoken to the Alpha yet?" I nod. "Rosemary, you won't believe it. Alpha Xavier has promoted me to be his personal maid!"

"Let's do this right." They started and finished the chant that was written in the book. The smoke envelopes the room. When the smoke vanished, the rosemary appeared. This flower signifies remembrance, perhaps because it's said to enhance memory. It burst into pieces and lived on their skin. The small rosemary flower became a tattoo on the back of their ears. "Now, we just have to trust the process and wait for the new moon."

"I'm sorry, Austin. All we can do now is wait and pray." Meanwhile, in her unconscious state, Rosemary was having a very strange dream. She was standing in a beautiful garden filled with white flowers. The sun was shining, and everything looked peaceful and bright. Suddenly, a woman appeared in front of her. The woman was wearing a long white dress that seemed to glow in the sunlight. She had long silver hair and kind eyes that looked familiar, though Rosemary couldn't remember where she had seen them before. "Hello, Rosemary," the woman said with a warm smile.

Too quiet. The smell of coffee drifted through the air warm, rich, the kind that should’ve felt like comfort. But the sight that greeted me turned it sour. Rosemary . She was humming softly, sleeves rolled up, her hair tied back with a neat ribbon like she’d been living here her whole life. The counter gleamed. A plate of pancakes rested on the island Liam’s favorite kind. Her back was turned, but the moment she heard my footsteps, she whirled around with a smile too bright to be real.

At first Rosemary was happy Rubyrose was getting fat, but as they kept growing, she realized Rubyrose wasn't getting fat but rather, she was gaining additional weight in the areas that could draw men in like flies. Rosemary had been jealous and she felt insecure in her own body. Although she was beautiful, her body was no match for Rubyrose's. When she discovered Rubyrose was in love with the Alpha of Stormhowl pack, she decided to use that to her advantage knowing the kind of personality Rubyrose had. She had told Rubyrose that Max thought she was fat. Rubyrose had cried and wished she had the kind of body Rosemary had, at least Max wouldn't think she was fat.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

Danielle paused at the herb section. She crouched down. In the dark she put her hand in the soil around the base of the rosemary — Dante's rosemary, from the nursery he had recently discovered, planted on a Saturday in October with both their hands in the dirt. The soil was cold. The plant was there. Small and dark in the November night, alive against the evidence. She pressed her fingers into the soil around its base. "It made it," she told him. "The rosemary. It made it through the winter."