Lollipop Chainsaw Rosalind Novels & Stories

“Gina. My…name is Gina. I’m fine, just…distracted.” She tilted her head slightly, her expression softening in understanding. “I’ve had days like that. Here,” she said, pulling something from the small pouch at her waist. It was a small lollipop, wrapped in a bright red foil. “This always helps me when I’m feeling down. I mean the pack has been hell for months now and who knows if anyone is going to deliver us. You need to eat.” I blinked, surprised by the simple kindness, if only there were more people like Rose. If only he was just like Rose. “Thank you,” I whispered, accepting the candy with trembling fingers.

“And did they listen?” “Nope,” Daemon said. “One brought her a lollipop. The other drew her a robot with a flower.” “A robot with a flower?” Lillian laughed. “That’s creative.” “Yeah, but she took the lollipop and gave it to me,” Daemon grinned proudly. “Because it was strawberry,” Rose shrugged. “And I only like grape.” Lillian burst out laughing. “So you rejected a boy over lollipop flavor?” Rose nodded seriously. “Taste matters, Mommy.”