Novel & Cerita Ring Around The Rosie Song

Rosemary- I wore a beautiful white gown with my long hair flowing and a crown of fresh flowers connect to a long vail. I could hear a romantic song playing in a slow version of the song “don’t let me down.” My feet moved down the isle to the words. 🎶 Nobody ever loved me like she does Oh, she does, yeah, she does And if somebody loved me like she do me Oh, she do me, yes, she does Don't let me down, don't let me down

“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*** I never had seen anyone get her attention so much. She’s like a child getting pampered. I know exactly how it works. Just a little manipulation, a few well-placed words, and she could get whatever she wanted. But what caught my attention more was the ring she’s wearing now. It was gaudy, really—full of colors, rare gems, and that obnoxious diamond in the middle. It screamed desperation, as if she needed to prove something to the world. Or maybe just to herself.

"You're hurt." She didn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice. The door creaked open. He stepped in slowly, his silhouette backlit by orange glow and shadows. Dressed in all black, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing a sliver of collarbone. His eyes found hers instantly. “There you are.” “Don’t come closer,” she warned. He paused. His brows furrowed, confused, maybe hurt. “What’s wrong?” “The fire. The screaming. You….”

Tate asked. "Quite certain," I said. Five. Tate's head had already begun to turn — some instinct of his own, or simply the awareness of someone accustomed to being watched. when the music finally resolved into its closing cadence. The phrase that always made Rosy press both palms dramatically over her ears and then immediately demand I play it again, even before the last note had fully died, they appeared — a flood of gorgeous gowns and glittering masks converging on him from the edges of the floor, laughing, bright, angling for his attention all at once. His head turned toward them. That was all I needed. I stepped back, inclined my head in the brief acknowledgment the choreography required

I don’t think I ever could. I lead a very eager Rosie into the woods. I waste no time pushing her roughly against a tree as I undo my pants letting them full to my ankles. My one arm is planted on the side of her head against the rough bark of the tree. My other hand slips into my pocket of the long black robe I have on and pull out the black square diamond that is surrounded by rubies set in white gold. I slip her into her left ring finger. The light isn’t great so she can’t fully see it. I knew she would want a ring to show off to her parents and friends.

‘Rosie are- no’ she cut me off ‘just get-out’ ‘Rosie’ ‘GET OUT!’

, she said, sending me a quick wink, making me frown. "I do have fun in general", I said, scowling at her. She shrugged and nodded her head negatively. "I highly doubt that." "Well, my definition of fun differs from yours. Also, when compared to your brother, I think I am far better." Lisa started laughing. "Oh please! When compared to Aiden even an eighty-year-old grandma is fun." After doing my makeup, she made me put on a little black dress and got dressed. . . . After a long drive, she halted in front of the most famous club in Shoresland, Bloodentine. I immediately cringed after getting down the car because of the loud ringing music.

Rosaline teased him, snickering. “Do I want to ask why you know about her tattoos?” William whispered in Rosaline’s ear, making her itchy. “Best not,” Rosaline said, rubbing her ears. “Do you have a picture?” Asteria asked. “Here,” Tessa showed her a picture. “What does this mean?” Asteria asked. This time Rosaline explained it. “The musical note shows a circle. It represents the circle of life.” “There is a bird in the center, symbolizing yourself.”

Later that evening, Rosela put a call through Sandi as she layed on her bed with her two legs mounted on the wall. She hum a song using her legs to bit on the wall while she sings a love song to herself. ¶¶"love won't let me be... Love keeps holding me... Keeps holding my heart And taking away all of my sorrows. It's got me when I was not even expecting... Keeping me awake all the night. And I'm not going jork with but to treat and handle it with care....¶¶