Possessed Amy Rose Novels & Stories

Calla replied, applying more bronzer to her cheekbones, eyes on the mirror. "Oh for fuck sake gurl, you know how our line of work is... Accepting to work exclusively means too many strings attached!" She whisper yelled. "Remember what happened to Raven Rose? That bitch was so greedy, she accepted an exclusive contract with a darn lunatic! Now he wouldn't let her go!" Calla paused the movement with the bronzer brush, remembering clearly what happened a year ago. "It wouldn't happen to me." She said with certainty. But her mind went to the one man that almost broke her years ago.

That alone threw me off. Before I could even process it, the door behind him burst open. “What are you doing, Festar?” a woman’s voice snapped. She was young, maybe twenty, with long blond hair and eyes the color of honey. “I… I don’t know, Hazel,” Festar said, backing away slightly. “I came to check on her. She ran.” “You probably scared her half to death,” Hazel said, her voice sharp. “She hasn’t had the best couple of days. Maybe next time, don’t stomp into her room like a damn alpha bull.”

"I don't care, rose... I can't see you with other men even if it's a teenage boy... I fucking can't, you are mine, only mine..." He growled and banged his fist on the wall. She was looking at him with wide eyes as the Damian she was looking at was totally different from the damian she knew, he was behaving like a possessed man. His eyes were telling Everything and it was scaring her. He cupped her face... "Tell me you are mine angel, tell me you belong to me..." His voice sounded Obsessed, rose couldn't understand how to handle this situation, she knew if she said something it will get worst so she decided to go with the flow.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

Once, a couple of weeks ago when she’d been particularly frosty with him, he’d been taken by the sudden urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her silly, just to see if he could get a reaction out of her. He hadn’t given in to that urge, of course. Damien knew if he did any such thing he’d have a world of trouble on his hands faster than how a rouge can easily destroy a pack without a leader. Besides, he had a lot more control over his testosterone these days. On the surface, that was. His mind, however, had given way to fantasies about the infernal woman all that afternoon. A wry smile curved his lips as he recalled what he’d done to her in his head, and how avidly she’d responded.

"Trust me you won't scare her, Jamie's got a mouth that she ain't afraid to use okay, she'll curse when she's ready and if someone pisses her off good, best believe that it is a war right there my brother, just talk to her tell her point blank that she's yours and dominate her, first through kisses, then slowly you take her body into your control, she'll be at your command in a short time," Aaron smirked running a hand through his hair "I think I already dominated her through kiss and reached a percentage of her body control, which is why she is avoiding me right now, its either of two reasons, she's afraid of what I can make her do or she's scared that I won't take her, like I don't like h

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

Amy waved at Ace who just waved back and walked inside the house to leave both of them outside. Walking around the car, she finally got a full view of Amy, she was wearing a jogger with a matching hoodie with some beat up white trainer, all in all she looked like someone who went jogging and that was not the Amy she knew, Amy didn't work out, she claims God had given her the perfect body therefore she didn't need to work.

her voice contained menace and disgust, “It should be all mine. I am the rightful owner of all his things.” “Wrong!” Amy clasped her fist. “Owen is the owner. And we…” she sighed, her tone going down, “We are freeloading ourselves. You forgot where we came from?” her round eyes glistening with the lamp. “How did you hook his father up with your charm!” Charm or bullshit, she thought.

I swallowed hard, every detail sinking into me like ice water. “When Lucas finally arrived, Mrs. Prescott told him Amy was up there. He went to get her down. But in her state, Amy couldn’t understand him. She was teetering on the edge, and when he reached for her hand, she fell. Mrs. Prescott must have recorded that exact moment—from just the right angle—to make it look like he pushed her.” It still didn’t feel real. “That’s… hard to believe,” I admitted. Kyle’s gaze softened slightly, like he’d already anticipated my reaction. “I know. But Amy wasn’t alone in this. She worked with someone. The footage from her camera was automatically uploaded to a cloud drive and the password was the pin s