Lollipop Chainsaw Rosalind Novels & Stories

as far as I know he would not just give me such an important thing without asking for anything in return. Could it be that he intentionally left the scissors by the window because he knew that I would immediately look for the usb that he didn't know about? If so, does that mean this usb I'm holding now might just be fake? "Is this what you're looking for?" after he said that I quickly turned to him. I was very surprised when he showed me a small memory card and he put it in his mouth and swallowed it. "Don't!"

She turned around and walked away. “Alright then.” Lena said, smiling. “What is the plan—” “One more thing.” Jess said, popping her head from the corner. “I took your advice, Rosie. Kinda realized I really am too pretty to be someone's lackey.” I smirked. “How well did you take my advice?” She grinned, then held up her middle finger. “Gave this to Lyra as a parting gift.” “Atta girl.” I mumbled. She winked before walking away finally.

A different chain lashes toward her neck. Lila’s flare explodes, in mid-air a blaze slicing through the chain cutting it apart. Rosa tumbles away hacking up blood. She’s already upright her machetes humming. Mamá Sofia and Javier act in unison, scalpel and cleaver gleaming slicing through chains that coil around them, like animated snakes. Mamá’s scalpel strikes a chain cutting it sharply; Javier’s cleaver comes next cutting it off fully. The chain drops, twisting then vanishes into a vapor.

The hairs on my neck stood in alert, and I hated that just a sentence could easily startle me. I had been thinking about that very part since the beginning when I realized Rosalind was the white wolf from the history books. It seemed too easy, too good to be through that to take Rosalind’s power was just from old fashioned sex. I wanted to hope, to see how it may work but LolA’s words have exposed my fear like a clown in the box toy, and forced me to come to terms with it.

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

[Rosalynd] “Well then,” I grabbed two big handfuls of Axel’s hair, bringing him closer to me. “What are we waiting for?” It takes him about 3 seconds to process what I just said before he grabs me and slams me into a tree, kissing me with the ferocity of a starving man devouring his first meal. The redwood bark is rough on my back as he presses us both into the trunk, his signature scent, like redwoods, warm honey, and home blending with the surrounding smells of wet earth and pine. Wrapping my legs around him, I hook my feet for stability as I begin to grind my hips into his groin his hand reaches up my t-shirt, grabbing my left breast as he squeezes it roughly, eliciting a yelp of exciteme

Rosalind said, sliding a photo of Camille across the table, “but she attends the academy.” He lifted it. For a heartbeat, tenderness—dangerous, old, flickered in his eyes. Then hatred swallowed it whole. “She looks just like my Alexa…” Lysania whispered, stroking Camille’s face on the photo with a trembling finger. The smug smile on Rosalind’s face vanished. His affection—for her—for Alexa Woodland, that dead, perfect ghost irked Rosalind. Even in death, Alexa Woodland managed to steal the moment. Rosalind’s nails dug into her palm until pain bled into pleasure.

I felt like a spectator watching the two of them. “And, so what if it is what you are thinking?” Lisa snickered. “I can tear you into a thousand pieces right now, so don't play with me, woman.” “Who says I was? If you know what it is that you are holding, you'll dip yourself in water and wash your body for a whole week.” “What do you mean by that? What is that flower?” I asked, and she turned to glare at me, her eyes telling hatred and disgust. “Hasn't your little boyfriend told you yet? It's a lollipop.” She smirked and turned to Hardin, "Now you know what it is, out of my way, boy.”

“Don’t.” Daphne opened her mouth to protest anyway, but Rosalind raised an eyebrow. “I’ll win.” Daphne let out a long, dramatic sigh and turned for the little dining table. “Bossy.” Rosalind grinned, turning back to the stove to prepare a proper, unburnt breakfast of fried eggs and toast. Once she finished eating, Rosalind reached into the cupboard and pulled out the pill bottle. She slipped it into a separate zippered pocket in her bag as if it were something dangerous. For all they knew, it was.

"Can I change my mind about being the test subject?" "Wimp." Lily snorted. Rodrick rolls his eyes. "You can." He says while picking up scissors, his eyes not leaving the sight of the flower. "Beautiful." He whispered, staring at the purple flowers fondly. "If only this wasn't our enemy I would've surely made Aurora do more so I can have them in my room." Lily giggles slightly, leaning over to inspect the flower. "The flowers are so purple and pretty, you'd not think it was poison." She hums, reaching over to touch it.