Walten Files: Rosemary Novels & Stories

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

A weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she could feel herself taking the first step toward moving forward. "It's phenomenal." Esper turned and hugged Ronnie tight. "I love it." "Good," the brunette mused. "It's probably a little late for tea now. What do you say to a girl's only dinner?" "I'd say that it is long overdue." Esper released her cousin from their embrace and linked arms before heading out into the night. The two young women walked into a garden that had been kept properly maintained. It was styled after an old English garden filled with lavender, echinacea, aster flowers, sedum, and wild indigo. It was a heavenly sight under the full moon.

I said. “But we’re reclaiming our title,” I argue softly. “We’re not stealing it. That has to count for something.” “Walter wants to protect his own with minimal risk. He lost men today. He’ll probably loan Belrose the survivors and lay the blame on him. Those men were likely extras, sent for border patrol. Walter won’t put more of his warriors on someone else’s battlefield.” Rosa returns with a small tin, the kind that looks like the one holding my baby salve. She hands it to me.

“Get some rest tonight.” When he left, Evelyn sat back on the bed. This time, no tears fell. Only a blazing determination took their place. --- Out in the hallway, Rosemary was hiding behind a corner, eavesdropping. Her eyes narrowed with fury. “So, she’s starting to influence him…” she whispered darkly. She stormed off toward the basement kitchen. There, a burly man waited in the shadows, dressed in rugged clothes and a cap that hid most of his face. “We move up the plan,” Rosemary hissed.

She was also the one who sent him the bunny officer video on the tablet. Her name was Jessica Cooper, a fresh university graduate—truly undeniably attractive and tempting. When she first joined the company, Benjamin had even joked that she reminded him of me when I was just starting out. I had her WhatsApp account, and I clicked on her status updates. The very first story was a selfie of her bunny officer costume, with a small mosaic carefully placed over her private parts. Her caption read, "Bunny officer has captured Mr. Benny's heart today." Benjamin's like on that story felt like a stab to my heart. He had openly commented, "Of course, Mr. Benny's heart belongs to the bunny officer."

Lizzy questioned. "I am Rosemary Manuel." "Oh nice. Roseline, Rosemary." Lizzy pointed to the two new roommates of hers. "Two roses." "Just only one seem to be the rose without thorns, and the other looks like black rose with deadly thorns." Jennifer mumbled to Lizzie's ear. And in agreement, Lizzy nodded her head in agreement. Rosemary passed by them, looked at the cheap bed in front of her. So she is going to be sleeping on one this things. Oh, this would make her hate her father.

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v

Amy Amy walked carefully through the rose garden after finding a note on her bed with a rose, she smiled slightly feeling appreciated by Kael, the moonlight casting soft shadows on the path. Her robe brushed against the petals of the bushes as she approached the clearing, where a table was set for two. Candles flickered in the gentle breeze, and the scent of roses mixed with the aroma of fresh, warm food. Her heart thumped softly, a mix of fatigue and curiosity. Kael wasn’t home yet, so her first thought was that this was a gesture from him—a quiet apology for the tension earlier. She approached the table, her fingers brushing the neatly folded note resting beside the silverware. She unfolde

Jules stepped casually up, holding onto the back of the driver’s seat with one hand, and they headed up the driveway, waving as they passed Aislen. Aislen saw Harry and Talen in amongst the roses, watching the tractor’s progress, and turned her steps towards them. Harry’s arms were full of roses and rosemary sprigs. “I know,” they said as she approached. “Foolish to put together floral arrangements when we’re waiting for battle, but sometimes a little frivolity goes a long way.” “After the stink that happened in the kitchen moments ago, I think Heath will be happy to have roses and rosemary to ease the smell,” Aislen stole a sprig of rosemary from their arms and sniffed at it.