Lollipop Chainsaw Rosalind Novels & Stories

Rosa yanked the control rod again. The rod began to pump more electricity through the metal chains on him. The lycan howled. Nut he didn't stop. He turned toward me. Those black eyes instantly locked onto mine. Saliva dripped down from his gksitening fangs as he took a step forward. Blood roared in my ears. Rosa threw herself between us, using the chains to try to pull him back. For a moment, it worked. He turned his attention to her. He wrapped one massive hand around the chains and began pulling her closer.

A pear-shaped black spinel hangs at the center like a drop of night caught in the threads. Beside it, she sketches moth-wing earrings and a serpent arm cuff. Fragments of shed skin, folded wings, and the spiked jaws of a Venus flytrap soon fill the edges of the page. Only a few ideas will become finished pieces, but she has to catch all of them while she can. When Adrian finally emerges, Rosalie is bent over the desk, revising the design. Her blonde hair is twisted into a loose knot, leaving several strands along the back of her neck.

He pressed down harder. "Speak!" His voice cut like ice. "You have three seconds. Or you can forget about ever talking again." He signaled for someone to bring over a bottle of sulfuric acid. As the man tilted it forward, poised to pour, Chloe shrieked, terrified. "I read her diary!" she blurted out. Mickey raised a hand. The man holding the bottle stepped back. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she sobbed, "I read her diary… she wrote about the orphanage, about everything. That night, you were drunk… you called out 'Rose' in your sleep."

She marches into my face. “Fuck you, Lillian!” she sneers in my face; I flinch away from her … what the hell? I lean back and watch her closely. I can’t believe Mel would do this to me, to my family. She grins showing all her teeth, “I got you something.” She tiptoes back to Mum and pulls the long cord she draped around her. Mel swings the cord around in little circles as she gets closer and closer. I swallow the bile back down, “Where’s my dog!” I demand.

Their lips parted in a gasp as both at their eyes lock, shade of blue meet his darken stared at each other pressure of passion by affections they make love, before fluttered closed again murmured his name when she cry out in pleasure when she came pulled him over the edge with her, over and over again. ------ Alicia stared at her laptop screen in her office room, her mouth hanging open with her hands covering it in disbelief at what she saw, her eyes enlarged with the pain and tears she endured. She just finished watching the contents of the SD card that she got in from the Malcolm coat. ------

For a moment, I was a fool to almost believe that such thing existed, reminiscing the incident three days ago, I shuddered in fright and immediately shook my head. "Calm down, what's wrong? Why is your body shaking so much?" Sebastian immediately took hasty steps towards me but I was too lost in my thoughts to understand whatever he was saying. Three minutes later, I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes which came in contact with two piercing orbs. Discerning their color was an impossible feat because those orbs seemed to be twirling with different colors in them. I noticed I was leaning on Sebastian, with his hands on my waist while still standing upright. Like I was electrocuted, I pus

Her hair was a shade of strawberry blonde inclining towards red, just like autumn leaves under the bright sun. "Calm down, Lisa", said Aiden, evidently annoyed at her. "Oh please! You were the one worried about her, the whole night.", she said, before calling out for someone named 'Brandon.' I heard footsteps making their way through the stairs while they talked. "I was not.", he replied, grimly. Lisa let out a fake laugh, punching his arm lightly. " Next time, don't dine on your nails or be all handsy with your hair while fretting to make it more convincing", she said, cackling loud, once again.

The air grew heavier, charged, like the moment before a storm unleashes hell. Her scent hit me first—rain and wildfire, fear-soaked and frantic. Then the path opened into a clearing. For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. Rosalind stood at the center of a clearing that looked wrong in a way I couldn’t fully explain. A sigil was carved deep into the ground beneath her feet, its lines glowing faintly as if alive. Standing frozen, arms wrapped around herself, tears streaming down her face. The air around her crackled with raw power. Trees within three feet were uprooted, suspended mid-air like they’d been yanked by invisible hands. Leaves swirled in a vortex, the ground tremblin

Rosalind's heart raced with wonder, her senses drinking in the magic of her newfound power. Tristan's presence in her mind whispered encouragement, his twin bond amplifying her abilities. Together, they delved deeper into the realms of vision, uncovering secrets hidden for centuries. Rosalind's visions intensified, revealing a dark conspiracy. She saw a secret gathering of humans and werewolves, their faces obscured by shadows. "Mom, I see something," Rosalind whispered, her eyes still closed. "A group of humans and werewolves, meeting in secret. They're planning something big."

The Blackwood Pack's sacred altar square had never looked so solemn. The grounds of the grand bonding ceremony were covered in flowers, but all I could smell was their sickeningly sweet stench. I stood alone in the shadows below the altar, holding the vial of "doctored" energy essence. The star of the evening, Rosalind, approached me, wearing a gown that seemed woven from moonlight. She carried herself with the full grace of a future Luna. She stopped in front of me and held up her left hand, deliberately flashing it before my eyes.