Novel & Cerita Walten Files: Rosemary

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.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

The two vampires walked out to the hall and were met by an otherworldly scene. The once red interior was replaced with light gray linens that looked silver in the gentle glow of the candles scattered on every surface. The halls were lined with standing floral arrangements of white lilies and blue roses. White curtains hung at both ends of the hall and blocked any onlookers from peaking in. In the center of the hall, a table had been set up with bottles of blood, blood wine, and glasses.

“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.

"You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else." Thus, I cherished this hair clip dearly. There was no way I would have just left it behind. Benjamin frowned and asked sharply, "Selena went to the company? When did this happen?" Anson was even more confused than he was, replying, "It was when Mr. Logan and the others brought the ruby to your office… Mrs. Lane was with you the whole time… right?" Benjamin's pupils began to flicker as the realization dawned on him. He felt his heart turn ice-cold, and he stared incredulously at Anson.

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.

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.

They were the prettiest eyes I had ever seen in a woman. About an hour later, Anya’s meeting was almost over and I had also finished flirting with Rose. We friend each other in Messenger and keep each other’s numbers. Then, we decide to meet on a date someday. “Miss Walter, Mr. Helsen is coming.” Rose said, knocking on the door. “OK, let him in.” Anya’s voice came from inside. “Yes.” “Anya…” I ogled Rose and went into Anya’s office. Then I saw Anya sitting by the computer, looking seriously at the documents on her desk.

Rose was also feeling cozy with him after all they are meeting after the time of interval. Rose stopped the car in front of the cemetery on hills. They got down from the car, Rose took out some bags from the trunk of the car and both walked towards her mother’s grave. Rose stopped in front of a grave at the corner of the graveyard and down on her knees. Alex noticed the picture and name of the grave, a beautiful woman’s picture resembles Rose’s face was hanging and ‘Eva Walton’ name engraved on it. Beside her mother’s grave, ‘Joe Walton’ engraved on the grave and pic of joe Walton was there.