Ring Around A Rosie Creepy の小説・ストーリー

“I don’t want the other comedians to go jobless. That is the only reason I am sticking to Business.” “Now mister to do business we need the land and for that, we have to go in and convince whoever is in there to sell us the land.” Rosalyn walked up the stairs. Seeing the dolls near was even creepier. Their eyes were ripped out and their hair was cut awkwardly. “That is disturbing,” Caleb said behind her back. She was about to knock but found the door unlocked. She pushed the door open and entered inside. The inside was even more creepier. There were spiderwebs as far as eyes could go.

Rose was startled, but somehow not afraid. Her eyes snapped open. She searched the darkness, but could see nothing — no one. There was a new air of tension within the room. A faint smell of musk and lilies. Rose became aware of a presence. It was enticing. Amorphous. Something within her leapt to meet it.

It was a familiar place. Rusted metallic chains on a filthy desk, scraped walls with unidentified words, and a stone-cold atmosphere. It's uncanny how this room gets even scarier. "Please, don't", I whispered, my voice hoarse and small, "not again plea-" My voice was cut off when I felt a pair of dark, lanky hands against my throat. Tears streamed down my eyes as I started struggling to unlatch the iron hold.

Dante trailed off, counting his fingers, "I can't even remember the last time I had one." "I can be yours." Dante shuddered, "thanks but no, thank you. You're just...not my type." "Right back at ya." Dante chuckled. He bid Henry goodbye and left. He branched at the grocery store on his way home. He lives very close to the hospital. When he got to a turn, he heard some noisy rustling in a nearby bush. "Must be a squirrel." He thought, proceeding to leave but he paused. What if it's not a squirrel? He approached the bush slowly, looking around for anyone nearby.

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

"Rule number one is you cannot touch the red rug because the red rug is hot. Rule number two is you can only step on the green pillows. And rule number three is Rosy cannot be the monster because she always cheats." "I do not cheat!" Rosy protested, but she didn't let go of my hand. She matched my pace perfectly without being asked, her small fingers warm against mine.

“I dare you to tell us… who in this circle you’ve secretly wanted to fuck all night. And then I dare you to show us exactly how you’d do it.” The silence that followed Cassie’s dare to Rosie was thicker, heavier than before. It was no longer the quiet of anticipation; it was the silence of a deep, collective intake of breath. Rosie, small and dark-haired, looked like a cornered bird. Her eyes darted around the circle, a frantic search for escape that found none. “I…” Rosie’s voice was a thread. “I don’t…”

Rosie’s POV Uncle scanned the room, surely seeing that everyone was enjoying it. The place was a bit of a mess at this point. He let out a low growl as he came closer to me. His scent of cedar and cypress overwhelmed me, making my head spin. I felt my legs grow weak, a strange arousal taking over me. “Rosie, what have you done?!” With Mia, my wolf, shouting mate excitedly, I noticed things I never had before. The swagger when he walked. The way he had a stray hair curl over his right eye. It was sexy, and I blushed as my breath caught.