Amy Rose Dead Novels & Stories

“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

I'm such a selfish little bitch. *** I slept for a very long time, that I feared that I was dead. I don't know if I died, maybe I did die. I was with my Mom again, she was happy to see me. She kept kissing me and hugging me. I was happy. But wait! If I'm dead, does that mean my mom is dead? How can she be here with me? I felt someone tapping my shoulders very hard. "Stand up!" I tried to open my eyes, they felt so heavy. I simply gave up in opening them and let out a little growl.

The second guard staggered, a bullet shattering his collarbone, his rifle firing blindly into the ceiling before he collapsed into the glass shards. I snapped the bald brute’s neck with one final, savage twist and dropped his limp body onto the floor. I spun around, my chest heaving heavily beneath my armor, my face covered in dark red spray. Rodah was standing near the broken glass doors, the SIG Sauer raised in her trembling hands, smoke curling slowly from the barrel. Her robe had fallen completely off her left shoulder, exposing the full, pale curve of her breast to the red light. Her green eyes were wild, her mouth open as she panted, the raw shock of her first kills vibrating through h

Then she picked it up, folded it along its original crease, and held it in her closed hand. Outside the window, the city moved through its ordinary morning, and Mira Castellan finished dying, and Wren Calloway drew her first breath.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

Mary might’ve forgotten she was upset that her friend was dead if she had stared at his chiseled chest for too much longer, but he pushed past her into the bedroom. “It’s Ella! She’s dead!” Mary pointed at the bed. Henry was already past her and had seen the body for himself. “Oh, mon Dieu!” he exclaimed. Henry leaned over Ella, shaking her, calling her name. The woman didn’t budge, of course. She was quite good at playing dead, thanks to Bart’s serum. By then, others had arrived. “What is the meaning of this?” Lloyd Sinders demanded. “Why are you here, Mary? I thought we’d let you go.”

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

Blood was dripping from the she-wolf’s mouth and her white fur was splattered with red. Growling and angry the she wolf kept looking at the headless body of the Ancient One that had slumped to the ground, as blood pooled around it, soaking the floor and his robe in a dark red color. Calhoun and Dominic could do nothing but stare at the wolf and the body along with the head that had rolled to Calhoun’s feet. The wolf seemed to slowly grow calm and then it too fell to the ground with a thud. The young man let out a huge shriek on seeing the death of his master and ran for the wolf while letting out an emergency call that alerted all the other mages about the Ancient One’s death.

“You’re very eager for me to open a mystery box.” She laughed. “Well, now I want to know what’s inside.” I shook my head and reached for the lid. I lifted it. My smile disappeared. Inside the box were long-stemmed red roses. A lot of them. For a second, I just stared at them. Then I noticed something wrong. Every single rose was dead. They weren’t just a little wilted. Not slightly dried out. Dead. The petals had lost their color and hung limp against the stems. Some had already fallen loose inside the box.

“Kimberly. You're already up.” Rose rushed to go meet her. Kimberly stared at Rose carefully. She stretched her hand to touch Rose's face. “I'm not dead.” Kimberly placed her hand on her chest and sighed heavily. She was relieved to find out the arrow did not meet her. Rose hugged her immediately and she sat up on the bed. “Thanks for waking up.” Rose said to Kimberly while crying. “It's fine, stop crying. I'm fine now.” Kimberly said to her while wiping the tears away from her eyes.