Ring Around A Rosie Creepy Novels & Stories

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

You'd be sin in red. Rosalia gasped dramatically. "Red? For a wedding?" Aria laughed. "She could pull it off. Don't even lie." I smiled, rotating the ring on my finger. "Maybe I'll surprise both of you. Something elegant but deadly. Something that'll make Rocco forget how to breathe." Rosalia laughed so hard she nearly spilled her tea. "He already forgets when you walk into a room."

Rose said. “Why did he do it? It doesn’t make sense,” I said. Rose shrugged. “I can’t read his mind. It was strange to me too.” Rose had silver hair which looked more white than silver. She always wore white. Even her eyes were more white than silver. And her lips were blood-red. She looked like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. I looked away from her face and turned to Sully. I removed a few strands of hair from her face.

I replied "Well then, enjoy it while it lasts," she said. "What’s up with what you rushed for last night" I asked her. Rose sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah the granny next door who called me urgently last night?" "What happened?" I asked, concerned. "She had a bit of a scare," Rose explained. "Thought she heard someone trying to break in. Turned out to be nothing, just a raccoon getting into her trash. But it gave her quite a fright."

Desperately, I leapt over the fallen fence, not wanting to risk tangling my feet in it in my rush for safety. Never let the monsters bite you. The sound of my steps were whisper light compared to the footfalls of that which chased me. The monsters were real. All I could think about was Rosie’s poppy red blood dripping from the stained canvas wrapped around her body. Would that be my fate? Never let the monsters bite you.

’ There was one person that I knew had a strange scent of rainfall. Realizing the possibility, I quickly search for Roxanne as I instantly kill whoever rogues get in my way. I scanned my surroundings while ripping the rogues as if they were nothing until I finally found the source that was not far from where I was. But there was something else that surprised me since I had never seen anything like that before. “Bloody rose thorns.” With a shock evident on my face, I mumbled since the bloody rose thorns were swirling protectively around Roxanne.

What the fuck, from where these monsters are coming here? "Aurora, where is your damn chain?" Rosie grabbed my attention while I was remembering the gift Jacob gave me. I grabbed my neck and checked out—oh my god, where is my necklace? "I activated the spell in the necklace—go and search for the necklace and wear it as soon as possible," Rosie said while rolling her eyes. "I will stop them." While saying this, she turned and rolled her hand, making the monsters step back while using powers. "ROSIE, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!" I yelled while running in the other direction to search for a chain.

Drona and the others will probably be delighted to get them. My lip quirks, and I push harder coming around the curve, so I can lap her again more quickly. Rosie is the stubbornest female I’ve ever met. She’s not rude or aggressive about it, but she’s decided I’m beneath her notice, and that’s that. It’s good. Safer. It only pisses me off constantly. When I come up behind her, I inhale. Her spices uncoil the knot in my gut. Her scent has changed recently. It has a strange note to it. Sweet like vanilla.

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.

Both of them looked like they would jump and interfere should Rosie did anything suspicious. Once we were right in front of each other, she put her hand on me, touching my curly brown hair. Then she said those words again. "So pretty. You are so beautiful, Autumn." Rosie tilted her head and I refrain myself from taking a step back. She was far too creepy. "Sometimes I could not believe how beautiful you are that I have the urge to hurt you just to prove that you are real."