Dark Amy Rose Novels & Stories

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

"Care to explain what is going on?" "I went on a date with Carlos from Moonlight Pack. I've been wanting to be with him for a while now and I am sure he is my mate!" "O...okay...so?" Rosemary asks. "What's your point, Amelia?" "And then, in the middle of our conversation--you won't believe this!--I let out a loud...well, you know," Amelia squeaks, her voice barely above a whisper. She hangs her head in shame, her face bright red.

A lot of people at work knew Rosé and Damian had had a thing going on so she didn't object to Rosé's offer. Damian sighed seeing her. This was not what he wanted right now. "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. Just thought I'd bring you coffee and whatever this thing is." "Well, you have brought it, now leave." Rosé dropped the coffee and casserole on Damian's desk but she didn't leave. Her dark grey eyes stared deep into his green ones. There was something mystical about her eyes. Their dark grey was rare and seemed like they could read the secrets of the soul and often, she could.

"Come to the dining table. It's time for dinner." After he said that, he just rolled his eyes and turned his back on us. He is very cold and austere, as if displaying that he cares less. But if he did not care, he would not have bothered himself to let me inside his home. That was my advantage. "Your name is Rose, am I right?" Dark's companion asked beside me and peeked over my face when Dark was nowhere from our sight. He smiled hugely and realized that he was also charming. He stretched his hand and tilted his head to motion it. "I'm Jachrimo Reyes, Dark's closest confidante. I am also his cousin!"

Even now, all I had was a partial image: dark eyes, a deadly smile, the cold press of a blade against my skin. "Nobody knows his real name," Ava said, perching on the edge of her desk. "Or if they do, they're not sharing. But I do know where he might be tonight." My heart skipped a beat. "Where?" "There's a club downtown. The Crimson. Very exclusive, very private. Word is, the Black Rose uses it for meetings." She scribbled an address on a napkin and handed it to me. "They won't let just anyone in."

"You're hurt." She didn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice. The door creaked open. He stepped in slowly, his silhouette backlit by orange glow and shadows. Dressed in all black, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing a sliver of collarbone. His eyes found hers instantly. “There you are.” “Don’t come closer,” she warned. He paused. His brows furrowed, confused, maybe hurt. “What’s wrong?” “The fire. The screaming. You….”

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶

Not now. I was trying to tune it out, trying to focus on what Anthony was saying upfront. Then she started whispering in my ears, sounding so eerie making me winced. I tried to close my ears, and my eyes but it suddenly appeared in front of me. She looked deviously at me, blood was coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were black, her skin has veins and cracked all over making her looked scarier.

He couldn't stand the idea that she was in pain from something that he had done. When his hand wrapped around her arm, Amara's head snapped back, and her gaze locked with his. Her eyes burned a bright yellow/ gold glow. Damascus paused only for a moment. She was so upset that her wolf was trying to push through. Damascus tried to hear her thoughts, but something was blocking him.

Three days later, she was standing in the marble foyer of Ross's penthouse apartment with a duffel bag at her feet, trying to resist staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, which looked like a Renaissance painting, and the smell of expensive cologne and baby powder that clung to the air. A tiny cry echoed down the hallway that was quickly followed by a deep baritone. "Theo, buddy, come on. Daddy's trying here." Amy's stomach turned a flip. And then, he appeared. Damien Ross in the flesh was devastatingly and unfairly controlled. Six-three, shoulders broad with a perfectly unbuttoned black shirt that stopped exactly at his hip. His dark hair was still damp from a rec