Possessed Amy Rose Novels & Stories

I see the priest shiver in disapproval at my fowl words , from the corners of my eyes. “ My name is Amy….And your wife is standing right here , my love…” she says in a creepily loving way. Something about her face looked familiar , like I have seen her somewhere recently ; however , I could not place my finger on it. “Don’t speak such bullshit…Tell me where is Rosemary?!” I scream at her , completely fuming from not knowing what is going on. She giggles , which is something really odd to do when you in the clutch of an angered king who possesses the power to kill her where she stands.

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.

“You should see for yourself before you start believing anyone’s version of the story. Melissa’s involved somehow. And Roseanne Hartman reached out to me—says she has something you need to hear.” Roseanne. Amy’s old mentor. I haven’t seen her in weeks. The mention of her name stirs something unsettled in me. “What does she know?” “She didn’t say,” Ethan replies, standing. “Only that Amy’s in danger and you’re wasting time playing house with that woman upstairs.” My eyes darken. “Watch your mouth.” “I’m watching,” he says bitterly, grabbing his coat. “But maybe you should start doing the same. Because your wife isn’t waiting forever, Kael.”

Rose fixed her sharp gaze on Amy. Amy was momentarily stunned, and she could not think of a rebuttal. However, she never had any inappropriate thoughts about Aiden. With that in mind, she said, “Mrs. Lewis, I won’t argue with what you just said. But not everyone is interested in marrying into a wealthy family. I just want to be with someone I love.” “Do you think I believe that?” Rose looked directly at her. She clearly did not believe a word Amy said. Amy merely shrugged. “If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. But right now, Mr. Lewis isn’t even a consideration for me.”

It was a shame she hadn’t noticed it before. Rose waved Cassie off. “You don’t have to thank me as I didn’t do anything that special. It’s just a band-aid, my dear.” She assured, tapping Cassie’s nose. “And there’s no need to apologize about Sir Robert’s sculpture. Worst case scenario, my daughter, Amy, will make me another one. Oh, you should see some of her other works. I think I have some of the pictures of them on my phone.” She declared as she began to search her purse, which was really the largest handbag Cassie had ever seen, for said phone. “My Amy wants to be a paleontologist, you know? And she’s such a smart girl so it wouldn’t be a problem for her at all.” She bragged.

The people around us stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the confrontation. “You cannot take her away from us,” Cassandra declared, her voice ringing with finality. Amelia’s grip on my hand tightened as she squared her shoulders. Her voice was steady and fierce as she responded, “Why would I let you?” “Amelia, no,” Cassandra demanded, her tone softening just slightly. “You can’t do this. She belongs to us.” I stiffened at her words. ‘She belongs to us.’ Those words echoed painfully in my head, each syllable cutting deeper than the last.

He stopped mere inches away, forcing the angel to tilt his head back to look him in the eye. Dorian was taller than the imposing Carter, but his energy filled the room like a dark tide. "Look at me, Fire of God," Astaroth whispered from within Dorian’s body, reaching out a pale hand to stroke Carter’s tie. The angel did not flinch, but his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. "This skin no longer bears scars. This heart no longer beats with fear. I have claimed it. It is mine. And now..." Astaroth leaned toward his ear, his breath steeped in exotic spices and sin, "I am going to do the same with you."

CHAPTER THREE ROSE POV The morning light in the room coaxes me from my sleep. I groan in frustration as I lose what I was dreaming about. Slowly my eyes flutter open and as soon as they do, the events of last night bombard my brain. I had left the hospital angrily and hit an unknown Club last night so right now my head is aching and I can’t even remember how I got home. I got up into a sitting position, and just then Amy came in screaming at me jumping happily like she just got elected as the president of the country.

I turned back slowly. "What?" "He found his mate. At the party on Saturday. I don't know who it is but I know it happened. I could see it in his eyes. The way he was acting." My heart was pounding. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because whoever it is, they're going to consume him. Mate bonds do that. They make you obsessed. Possessive. And if you're in his way when that happens, he'll crush you without a second thought."

The message was long and dramatic, exactly what I'd expected from someone like Amy: "Darius, I need your help desperately. Damon has completely lost his mind. Earlier today, he had no mercy and completely humiliated me in front of an entire room of pack leaders, threatened to treat me worse than a servant if I tried to hold him to our engagement, and made it clear that he values this nanny that he has living in his home more than a century of family alliance. But it's worse than that, I don't think Damon is fully aware of what he is doing. I think this woman has some kind of supernatural hold over him. He's not acting like himself at all. His mother even slapped me when I tried to reason wi