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.

David looked at Lorraine in his arms, his brows tightly furrowed together. When he had just come out of the space crack, he saw this woman from the same planet as him in a very poor condition, seemingly almost on the verge of death. And the thing that caused her condition was the nine chains pierced into her body. Before he had time to ask what was going on, David took out the Evil-Splitting Sword, which could cut everything in the world, and swung it, cutting off all nine chains. Then, he caught Lorraine. Seeing the severed heads of the nine chains still inside Lorraine’s body, David injected some energy into her body and forced out all the severed heads of the nine chains.

I smirked as I decided on my next line of action. VANESSA'S POV I heard the exchange of words between my abductor and a woman. Then I started hearing funny sounds like someone was sucking a lollipop noisily. I twitched in my seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and not knowing why. The sucking sound went on for a while, then it stopped. I felt a bit relieved. The blindfold around my eyes was damp with my tears and felt itchy and uncomfortable.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

Another night without hearing his voice or shifting beneath the light of the moon. Another reminder of everything I’ve lost. Rosalind’s fingers caressed my jaw, “Hey, let’s go to the diner and have some milkshakes. I think I’ve had enough werewolf for the evening.” I nodded slowly, the smile slowly growing on my face. She winked, dragging me back towards our table. I gathered my suit jacket as well as Rosa’s clutch, but fucking Conan had the audacity to speak to me again after Rosalind put him in his place. “Leaving before the run, Wood?”

Blakely slipped through my fingers, and while every inch of me wanted nothing more than to hold on—to burrow my claws into her gown, into her very soul, so that she could never, ever leave me—I could not. Much too soon, Rosalind returned to my arms, her hair once again golden and eyes a churning emerald. “You seem distracted, God of Wolves.” She purred as we swayed, “Don’t tell me you’re possessive of your little blue-haired pet.” I dragged my eyes down her face, past lips that were now a different shade than they’d once been, to the amulet circling her throat. Dangling from a silver chain was a stone. A stone so bright and blue.

her blood pressure raised resulting in a burning blush creeping through her neck, ears, and finally to her cheeks. Though she was sure that she had never seen the person kneeling in front of her, giving her the Cinderella slipper moment, her heart recognized him as rather familiar. As for her brain, it stopped working the moment she saw him. She was no longer the hot-headed kitty who had a devilish plan (according to her). It was as if she was possessed by someone. After slipping in both feet on the slippers, Wilson stood up, his eyes never leaving her. He had stepped too close to her, the difference in their height made Rosalind raise her head. The waft of wooden fragrance mixed with mint g

She retreated away, now kissing down his neck. "Rosalind," Axel gasps, feeling Rosalind suck on the skin just below his ears, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin. Axel groaned and gently pulled Rosalind away from him, eliciting a whine from Rosalind. "My turn," Axel whispers. He sneaks an arm behind Rosalind's waist and uses his other hand to tease Rosalind's entrance. He plays with it, feeling hot from the sounds and movements that Rosalind were making. Then, he pushes a finger in, and Rosalind immediately clenches, biting her lip.

Overwhelmed by his piercing stare, she retreats into herself, her eyes dropping to her lap as she nervously interlocks her fingers, a nervous energy radiating from her. “Look at his smile!” Saisha's whispering words cut through the tension, prompting Rose to lift her gaze once more, her eyes drawn to the chain around Kaden's neck. Confusion clouds her features initially as she tries to make sense of the symbol adorning the chain, but a sudden realization dawns on her, draining the color from her face as she connects the dots.