Novel & Cerita Twilight Rosemary

Dante blushed, "you flatter me, ma'am." "Nah, I'm just stating facts." "Thank you." Dante smiled appreciatively. Umbria smirked inwardly. She was thinking too much. There's no way he is still alive.

She blushes softly before waving me off. Her answer makes me dissapointed but I don't blame her. It is not I have any right over what she does. I follow her out her perfume wafting into my senses with her every step. She smells so nice just like a mixture of lavender, jasmine and hyacinth. I can't stop staring at her when she is not looking. She turns back when she reaches her car that I almost bump into her. That is how absent minded her body has made me. "Do you need a ride home?" she asks.

My heart starts racing. **** Xavier's POV "Rosaline is awake and is heading here now." I say watching Jarett's wife Kayleigh, who is the first ever female warrior, smile. She's been excited ever since told them. "Now continuing on, no one tells Rose that the party is also for her. I want it to be a surprise. Mom, I want you to take Rose out shopping today, get her anything she needs, clothes etc. Kayleigh, you may join them if you'd like." she smiles and nods at me.

The label clear. Rosemary. No other explanation. None needed. Sera had pressed them into the soil on a morning in March. Three months ago now. The specific act of beginning something from the very start. Not a cutting. Not a transplant. Seeds. The smallest possible beginning. The longest path to the bloom. Now in late summer she crouched beside it. The second rosemary had found itself. Not yet what the first one was. Not near. But unmistakably itself. The specific character of the plant becoming visible.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

“Rose-“ But before I could even finish my word, I felt a hand wrap around my waist and then I was being lifted up and off of the floor and the world went black. **** “You can open your eyes now.” The first thing I noticed as Damien lowered me to the ground was the intense smell of black roses. Since they were different from normal roses, they had a distinct smell which was richer and stronger than any other rose in the world. It was also the only rose that stayed in bloom for an entirety of two months. As I had expected, when I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing in the Shelter, in the middle of the ocean, but in the inner gardens of Damien’s castle, the place where we first met.

“No, it’s the fact that a worthless housewife made it through the front doors that I find astounding. You don’t belong here, Celeste.” He stalked towards me, and I backed away. “But I’m more than happy to rectify that mistake.” His lips curled into a twisted smile. Then Brian stepped in front of me, his tall frame towering over Damien. “That is no way to treat a lady, never mind one of Celine’s honored guests.” The powerful man glowered. “Show some respect to Ms. Rosemary.” Damien froze where he stood, stupefied. “You mean to say that the woman behind you is the rising designer, Rosemary?” He furrowed his eyebrows, incredulous. “No offense, Mr. Mars, but I think you’ve been deceived.”

“Of course he was there. He always is when it comes to her. That’s what makes it fun.” She took a slow sip of champagne, her eyes gleaming with something dark and unholy. “Let him think he’s won. Let him play the hero a little longer. The next move will be mine.” She set her glass down and looked out at the horizon. “When the world turns against Rosemary, he’ll finally see her as I do — as the curse that ruined us both.” --- Back at Adrian’s penthouse, Rosemary stood by the window, watching the sunrise. Her reflection looked ghostly — eyes swollen from crying, hair messy, shoulders heavy with exhaustion.

Rosemary's fingers lingered on the rim of the glass for a heartbeat. She raised the spiked red wine to her lips, her smile serene, reminiscent of a pristine white lotus. The glass made its way to Bradley. "A toast to you, Bradley." He accepted the glass, his eyes briefly catching the subtle tremble of her fingertips. Without a word, he raised the glass to his lips and drained it in one swift motion. Rosemary's gaze fell, and she tapped her spoon against the rim of her now-empty glass three times: a clear, sharp sound that was lost amidst the clinking of glasses, yet it struck a chord in me, sending a jolt through my heart.

HAYDEN ‘Hayden, isn't that…’ “Rose thorns…” I muttered as I watched Roxanne mingling with the pack, and I took notice of the sudden changes around Roxanne’s energy flow. It was showing again, those rose thorns that seemed alive and swirling around her protectively. ‘Her scent was changing too.’ “Rainfall and bloody roses.” Hearing my wolf's comment, I sniffed the air around my wife, and it was starting to shift as well.