Ring Around A Rosie Creepy Novels & Stories

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.

Fred scooted closed and whispered in Dante's ear, "everyone wants to be with boss. Both men and women. Though he doesn't really pay attention to women. Even though he's bisexual." "What about the men?" Fred grinned, "he has a bucket full of boy toys. You've never followed him to Siren have you?" "Siren?" Fred leaned away from Dante's ear, "that's the club boss visits every Friday. I followed him once and dang! The amount of guys that surrounded boss was insane. It was as if they were given different portions on boss's body. One was massaging his neck, one was messaging his toes, one was..." Fred looked around to be sure no one was listening to him, "one was giving him a blowjob." He whispere

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.

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.

Though, I could only see small sections of my neck, what caught my attention was the absence of any mark on it. I tried checking again and again. There was no mark on my neck. Not even a single scratch. I clearly felt Rosie’s nails digging in my skin. Then how come there was no mark of it? “Now, this is creepy. Av, babes, I am sure you have some voodoo stuff going on with you,” Candice said while putting her mirror inside her bag. I bit my lower lip in thought. It was the raven again. Something was off with me. Strangely, I had seen the Raven before. Not like when I was with Dominic. When I was a child. I just couldn’t remember well about it.

He instructed and we followed. Rosie had sun-kissed blonde hair with delicate waves that touched her waist, exquisite features and piercing ruby-red orbs that blinked back sleepiness. She wore a white dress that stopped above her knees, patterned spirals flowing the rest of the way, down to her ballet flats. She continuously yawned that I’m surprised she managed to stay upright. I remember reading in one of the books that sleepy fairies are a result of them being away from their home, specifically the fairies that live in flowers.

he leaned in close, “makes me want to do sinful things to you, bunny.” Her eyes snapped wide watching his shadow looming over her. “They makes me want to ruin you!” Rosa shook her head. “L-let me go.” she whimpered, trying to slide away but his grip was relentless. Rosa gasped sharply when his hand slipped beneath her dress. Her body jolted. His shadow leaned in, suffocating her with his strong presence. “N-no.. no.” she mewled like a frightened rabbit caught in a trap. But it didn’t stop him, his face buried into her neck anyway, claiming her trembling body with terrifying possession.