Dark Amy Rose Novels & Stories

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

"You were innocent..." "Maybe... I was looking for her when I came to power... I found out about the agency for which she was working but got to know that she got married to the American mafia, Damian knight... There I saw Mila and hired her... I got to know more about Rose from Mila..." He sighed. "Rose was a demon covered in blood who came there to feed on souls but she chose to give me life... Why?... She hasn't answered my question till now and when I finally got to meet her she was against Russians..."

"Four months, Amelia. And we're just hearing about it now." Amelia took another drink, seemingly unfazed. "So what? She's probably just scraping by. That's the fate of ex-cons." "That's what I thought," I countered, stopping in front of her. "Until I saw this picture." "What picture?" I pulled up the haunting image on my phone-Adrian with Darcy Rodrigo and a little girl who looked oddly familiar. "This one. She works for this billionaire or so I thought." Amelia squinted at the screen, her indifference shifting to sharper awareness. "That's... Darcy Rodrigo. I've seen him in the society news."

“Easily?” His mouth twisted. “Trying to be optimistic.” “You are bad at it.” “I know.” A crack sounded behind us. The archway filled with golden light. Damien was still coming. Queen Amara’s tomb began to glow. The black roses opened all at once. Their petals were dark as spilled ink, their centers silver as blades. The floating soul lights gathered above the tomb, spinning faster and faster until they formed the shape of a woman. Queen Amara. Not stone. Not memory.

He was snapped from his thoughts when her sweet sultry voice continued. "But I like that this chamber is beautiful, it is always lighted with these candles......I always scared when it gets dark....i really dislike being in the dark. " she spoke the last part in a hush tone, like she was revealing her innermost secrets to him. He went still. The burning deep memory struck him suddenly, leaving him frozen. Our Ara doesn't like darkness!! The voice from the vision resounded. He let's go of her hand and took an unsteady step backwards.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

the butler said with a small head bow before walking out. Varian sat his eyes darted from picture frame to frame that was hung on the wall. Everyone had Amber smiling the brightest that he could into sitting still but had to go close so he could see her bright smile another time. Her eyes twinkled even in the image that he wished she would just come alive. "Damien, can I get you anything to drink?" Damien turned to see Rosa standing there with her face all sunken in. She looked worse than the last time he had seen her and he knew that she was probably mourning since it was so close to her death.

It was finally the big day everyone had already woken up except Kimberly who refused to stand up. “Kimberly!” Rose rushed into the room and tried waking her up. “What is it?” Kimberly asked Rose tiredly. “Seriously? Are you asking me that?” Rose asked Kim angrily. Kimberly rubbed her eyes trying to understand what’s going on. “Oh my god! It’s today!” Kim jumped up from the bed and ran out of the room. ******************** Erica ordered for the most beautiful designer to help her with her dress. And she made sure it was Red, which Is Alpha Damien’s favorite color.

“My name is Alexis, not Amaryllis, and I don’t know what game you’re playing, old witch, but you’ve picked the wrong wolf.” The woman, Araminta, steps back, releasing me. The moonlight shining through the window dapples the skin of her face and neck with raindrop silhouettes that look like blood made of darkness. She is as frightening as she is beautiful with glowing skin and eyes that shine like stars. "You poor confused child," Araminta presses her hands on either side of my skull this time as her light burns brighter. "I’m sorry, Amy, but we need to go deeper. This is going to hurt.”

“I’m Rose.” Out of curiosity, she asked “What song were you listening to earlier? I tried getting your attention.” “Oh.. “Will you still love me tomorrow by__” “Amy wine house,” Rose finished for him. Austin was surprised. “You’re a fan of Amy Winehouse? “Not a fan, but I listen to her songs”. Rose answered. “Well, that’s still a good start.” Austin responded. Their conversation flowed so effortlessly, people in the club began to stare. “Why is everyone looking at us?” Rose asked, puzzled.