Walten Files: Rosemary Novels & Stories

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.

“If I were really beneath you, you wouldn’t waste so much energy trying to break me.” “You—” She raised her hand and I raised my brow, my gaze icy, daring her to land that slap. Her lips parted, then pressed into a thin line. She lowered her hand slowly, her eyes red with anger. For once, she didn’t have a quick retort. But I wasn't done. I stepped closer to her, lowering my voice to an icy whisper. I wanted her to feel every word. “You’re right about one thing, Rosemary. Rubyrose is gone. She died in that bathtub. What you see now…” I let the words hang, watching her

Maya turned her phone screen to show everyone. It was a news alert from the werewolf community network. The headline read: "WOLFSBANE FOUND IN LUNA ROSEMARY'S MEDICAL PRESCRIPTIONS - INVESTIGATION REOPENED" Below the headline was a photo of several prescription bottles, all signed by Rosemary, all containing wolfsbane. The poison that had nearly killed Austin. "That's not possible," Rosemary said, her voice shaking. "I never prescribed wolfsbane to anyone. It's deadly to werewolves. I would never—"

Yuna reminded the vampire elder about my wife's truth. “You’re right. I should have known.” With a deep sigh, Minerva calmed herself before sharing what she knew about the evidence we got. “Well, to answer your question, there was one class of roses that won't wither even decades had passed already from the time it was taken from its bush. It came from the Escoffier Rose Field." “Ecoffier Rose Field? Was that the same field in the clairvoyant realm?” Roxanne guessed, making Yuna smile.

'' She turns to look away and as soon as I step inside the elevator, I hear her say, ''Kill her. It doesn't take me long to enter my car and start the engine before pressing hard onto the gas pedal. I have to get out of here as soon as possible because I need to find Rose; I have to. My left finger types off a number and I start to wait for the other person to answer the call, ''Rose Thorne. ASAP,'' I say and I hang up.

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

"Zack come on, must you mock me on my wedding day? Give me a break man, what's wrong with you?" "Ok fine, listen here, stop worrying about this little bow tie and pay heed to my words. I am advising you as a friend, women can be a little funny at times, you need to treat your wife with extra care, get her some roses on your way back home..at least do it frequently. I learned this on the internet, it's another way to avoid too much nagging. So if you want less nagging, get her rose flowers on your way back home, get her chocolate or ice cream as well, you know how much she likes such irritating foods.

Rosemary suddenly shouted, "I want to make a deal with you! Dragging this out won't benefit either of us. Since you've already taken what was mine, I'll accept it. Right now, I need to leave Wraith Graveyard and return to Lomuia. Name your terms. What will it take for you to let me go?" Andrew leaped down and looked her up and down. Her skin had an indescribably pale quality. It was as white as cream, seemingly devoid of any color, so pale that it practically glowed. Upon examining Rosemary's features, she was the epitome of a Western beauty. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, her eyes a brilliant azure. She had a small mouth and a slender neck. Seeing Andrew seemingly admiring her beauty, Ros

“The woman is still a Pakhan’s daughter, and the two of us already know that she would have predicted that we were on the way. Using our relationship to our advantage was a must at times, and it is not like they like Killian’s existence anyway.” “Of course, I do, I am the one who gave him the prophecy to begin with.” Rosemary said, shrugging her shoulders as we sat in her office. Two men walked inside with drinks before standing by the door, waiting for further orders from her. She shook her head, dismissing them. The men walked out of the room, and though they stood by the door, I could hear them outside, they knew not to enter unless called inside.