Characters Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

She presses her screen and then shoves the phone into the pocket of her small backpack. The barely clothed stranger blows a piece of long brown hair from her face. She shifts her weight, causing the paper pinned to her chest to rustle in the silence. The two of us are locked in on each other. She rakes her gaze all the way down my body then works her way back up to my face. I snicker. “Like what you see, Rose?” “My name isn’t Rose,” she bites out. Damn, I wasn’t expecting that tone from her. She looks sweet as can be, but apparently she also has thorns.

It's one eye sags lazily, its jaw and shoulder are unhinged. "You owe me five bucks." "You said dead people, not zombies." He says humorously as he leaves me momentarily to go do the spell on the girl hiding behind the broken tombstones. My eyes narrow in on the night terror that's now roaming around the crumbling tombstones looking for the girl. "Don't you look lovely tonight," I say drawing the night terror's attention. Its head snaps up displaying its rotting face. "Yikes, I take it back." "Must you always irritate them before we kill them," Ri says appearing next to me.

Her damp eyes have the self-belief that she will brawl to protect her dignity. Ryan pulled himself back, he puckered his angular eyebrows at her words, his lips corners raised in an evil smirk, He said, “It’s not just a deal, Tara!... It’s a Bond !…that you will hate all your life… It’s a Bond between us…An Abhorred Bond..!... with this Ruthless Rockstar…!”. ************

I knew he was just doing his business away from my line of sight, which I appreciated. There wasn’t a chair on the porch or anything, so I sat down on the steps, my gaze sliding over the scenery in front of me. It was beautiful, despite the monsters probably running around out of my line of sight. Rocky was gone for longer than I expected, but when he returned, he was licking his lips. I realized that he’d probably hunted some poor small animal, and grimaced as I followed him back inside. I kind of wished I could get the werewolf, instant-mate shit without the actual wolf shit.

She raised her hand to ask Danny to stop, forcing him to swallow back his comment in the process. “You should see this kid first before you jump to conclusions.” Claire took out a special card from her pocket to open the automatic door that separated the corridor from the earlier room, while the guards on duty there saluted the two of them as they passed. "You will agree with me and I think this creature can lead us to the vampire hideout." "What is this creature?" Danny did not get any information regarding the astral beings captured by Claire. They walked through the hallway where the glass walls of the rooms showed the activities of the people inside, where they were testing and observing

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I don’t know why the Hell I need to meet Tyree’s friends in the alley, but if Estelle trusts him, I should as well. I pace back and forth in the dark alley that smells like piss and vomit until I sense a change in the air. The scent of ozone fills my nose, making me gag. Rocky, who has been unusually quiet with all the commotion, becomes restless. Out of nowhere, he says the most terrifying thing he’s ever said. “The Reaper is coming.” “What the fuck? Rocky, what are you talking about?” I back up against the side of the building and look around, trying to cover my nose from the potent scents building up around me.

I see the play of emotions on his face…and, really, it should not be possible to differentiate the lust that leaks from his every pore with the flicker of something very much like confusion that I am sure I glimpsed there for a second. No, surely, I am mistaken. This is Rocky, the fiercest leader in the city, the man who killed his own father to become the General. The very hungry male who licks his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit at the top.

Boo hoo. And that’s how I justified being a bitch to her. To clarify, I did feel bad about it. Just not bad enough to leave. “What are you studying?” Derek prodded me again. “English Lit. We’re doing Chaucer.” “The Canterbury Tales?” “Yeah.” “Which one?” “You know the Canterbury Tales,” I said in amused disbelief. Mr. Rock Jock, Biceps-To-Drool-For, Out-Of-This-World-Body spends his spare time reading medieval literature. Riiiiight.

“What’s on the agenda for the rest of the night?” “Well,” Sidney started, “there’s an audience participation showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but Wes actually hates that movie.” “Wait, isn’t not liking Rocky Horror, like, horror sacrilege?” Adam asked, looking to Wes out of the side of his eyes. Wes looked toward the ceiling as he drank. “Yes, it is,” Sidney said. “But how do you not love Rocky Horror?” Adam continued. “It’s the singing,” Wes said. “The singing is just so stupid.”