Dark Amy Rose Novels & Stories

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.

Darkness. It consumed her and it was all she could think about. The darkness, how thick it was, how it made her want to scream so loud that her lungs would hurt. The pain was next, it came like a freight train to the skull, fast, sudden and unexpected. It made her moan and groan, her legs shook—wait… no they didn’t. She was laying down on her back and her head was on the softest of pillows. Roses. They came next.

It was his damn fault, he hurt the girl he loves and she is dying slowly in a hospital yet he can’t do anything, and he remembered her saying he didn’t deserve to claim loving her, he was heartless. Most celebrities that Amelia Rose had helped out of the claws that could have sent them down came to see her so was mother Pauline and most of the children she grew up with in the orphanage. Mrs Jones stood at the far corner and watched the kind of love this girl had yet she didn’t notice it and it was already late. She knew that by tomorrow morning arrives they would preparing for Amelia Rose's funeral. Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beautiful green eyes i've ever seen. "Alpha Wyatt? What's wrong? Is everything okay??" Aunt Tara asked in a panic state. He didn't take his eyes off me. He started growling, and even though my heart was pounding, I couldn't look away. Something was pulling me towards him. He smelled delicious, and was sexy as hell.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She gasped ‘8am tomorrow morning, meet me at the office ‘. With that Damien walked away. Rose stared at him in shock What’s wrong with this man? I don’t even know his office? Is he gonna make me an assistant instead of his lover?? ************************** Next day Rose stood in front of Damien and Carlo, clad in a black leather jeans and black jacket with a pistol in her hand. ‘Remember, I want both the money and the drugs’. Damien said ‘Yes Damien’. She hid her gun and turned around, her back side shook dangerously as she walked. Her back view alone could make any guy go insane for her

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 32. **** "Our baby girl is flying in the news already, hot billionaire secret girlfriend! Wow!" Dax exclaimed as he scrolled on his phone while Ray nodded, knowing it's the perfect time to tease his friend. He's been all moody and he knows it's because of Kyle and Sanctify. "She looks like a sexy goddess with her singlet, this looks like a stone collection. You gave it to her right?" He ignored them, randomly checking files to sign even though he was still burning up with anger and jealousy.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.