Ring Around A Rosie Creepy Novels & Stories

I curled my arms around him tighter, rubbing my wetness against him. He inhaled deeply. Then I slid my legs down, brushing over his cock. Almost as though it had a mind of its own, it jerked under my touch. Henry grunted, fingers clamping around my ankle to stop the movement. “Seriously, Rosie?” I craned my neck up to stare at him better. “Pinky promise you'll be here when I wake up.” “Quit being childish—” “Pinky promise.” I whined, giving him my best puppy eyes.

I lifted one end of the bed and slide out the red journal. I switched off the lights, draw the curtains and laid on the bed. I opened the book’s middle and start reading. The yellow lamps on each table shelf being my light source. ‘”Please, I don’t want to do this. My mom has warned me against guys like you.” She pants as she wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the rope. “Really? What are the things she warned you against us about?” Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast.

She was tall and lanky, with a short curly bob of blonde hair. Unlike a lot of the wolves in our pack, Rosa made herself up every day without fail: she swathed deep red lipstick across her mouth, and curled her lashes up with dark mascara. When I’d asked about her choice of lipstick colour, she said it made her feel as though she was “wearing the blood of our enemies.” I’d laughed, but she’d raised an eyebrow and her face told me that she was being deadly serious. “Thanks, Rose,” I beamed. She took the seat next to me, pulling it around so that she could straddle it.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

I heard a soft sound beside me, I gave a little startled cry. Tiger was snoring gently beside me. How the heck was that happening? I removed the IV drip from my hand, rubbing the swollen spot tenderly, and tried to gently get off the bed, but my other wrist...was handcuffed to the bed. I tried to slip my wrist through the handcuff,but it wasn't working. Shuffling a sigh of frustration, I took in every minute detail about the room. A bedside stool, cluttered with cigarette packs, wrist watches, a golden lighter, a suspicious looking shiny foil,

I replied. Rosie hummed thoughtfully. "Well, that's okay. You shouldn't need magic here anyways. No one is going to be out to hurt you." I took another bite of my pasta. "You're so sure about that?" "We're all running from something. And those scented by a pack or clan aren't permitted past the border. I'll give you an elixir that'll warp your scent," Rosie promised. "Now if you want to take a shower, I can watch Annika."

I swore. "But he wants you. And I can tell why. Your blood smells sweet, like candy mixed with something wonderful," Rosie leaned down and sniffed my neck. "It makes me curious about you. But I can't let him fall in love with you, so I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." Well, that escalated.

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

“I see you have been living a good life huh?” “It’s seriously none of your business.” I fasten my pace towards Rosie who is now, might being bothered by an old man. He wears an all black outfit along with a black cap. The street is quite dark, but I can still see the creepy smile from the old man. “Rosie!” Rosie turned around while the old man tilted his head to the side, both looking at my direction. As soon as I reached her, I slightly pull Rosie away from this creepy man.

"Holy shit, what the hell are you doing?" Rosie wore a black leather outfit with sexy cat ears and a fluffy tail. Most striking of all were the collar around her neck and the whip in her hand. Colored contacts gave her eyes a misty, dreamlike look as she crawled over to Dominic, placed the whip in his hand, and gazed up at him with anticipation. Dominic's head immediately started pounding. Back then, he had completely shattered Rosie's mental state before giving her a sliver of hope. He never imagined it would lead to this.