Rose Chase Snapped Novels & Stories

But when he senses Rose moving on by joining an auction and giving herself up, he's having none of it. He's going to have her. Even if it means buying her. -------------------- Rose “This is freaking delicious.” I lick the rim of my lemon drop martini again. Celine lets out a snort and it somehow comes out sexy, just like everything she does. Hell, she’s one of the main attractions here at the Snake Eyes; her burlesque show sells out every night there's a show. “I'm pretty sure you said the first one tasted like ass.” “Well, they must have gotten a new bartender, because this one tastes like sweet heaven.” I prove my point by gulping down the rest of the drink, enjoying the sour burn at the

Because the customer specifically requested that the thorns not be removed, my hands were covered in blood by the time I finished wrapping them. When I personally took a cab to deliver them, the woman who received the flowers was this woman, Anne Chase. In the center of the roses was a card the customer had requested. "To the love of my life, Anne. From: L.H." Only at that moment did I realize L.H. was Lucas Hart. He knew very well that because I needed money, I would never turn down such a large order.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Jeffrey rushed home with the last glimmer of hope and finally panicked completely when he saw the dark and empty house. The rose in the greenhouse had the courage to escape. No one could accept it. Rose could only follow the Little Prince around and never leave. He froze in place, looking at the bouquet placed in the center of the door. He then realized how ridiculous he had been. I wrapped him one last bouquet, but unfortunately, none of those flowers were roses. The rose had gone to find freedom. He couldn't keep me, and I no longer belonged to him.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Rosa. The truth dragged my breath out of me. She wasn’t letting it go. The timer plummeted. Three seconds. “Outbid him,” I snapped sharply. Adrian’s fingers flew, and the number leapt to eight-seventy. I turned my gaze back to the feed just in time to see Rosa rise, trembling, her face contorted in a raw scream. In a blur of motion she flung the heavy table over, the laptop crashing down with it. Her shoulders convulsed with each sob that ripped through her small frame until it seemed she might split apart right there on the floor.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

“No thank you, isn’t Carlos dick enough for you?” Rose blushed, hiding her face in the pillow. “Oh my God!”. Crystal yelled. “Wait! Is that … is that love bite on your neck too rose??”. “No, I got bitten by a snake!”. Rose screamed, running around. “Bitch, are you telling me a snake bit you in the neck instead of legs??.” Crystal screamed, chasing after her. Olivia stood in a corner beside the stairs, watching them with a warm smile on her face. ******************************

The sound echoed like a gunshot. Scarlett’s head snapped to the side. Her hand flew to her face, eyes wide in shock. “That,” Rose said calmly. My lips twitched into a smirk. Scarlett’s face turned scarlet with rage. She raised her hand to slap Rose back. I was already standing, ready to step in, but Rose moved faster. She caught Scarlett’s wrist mid-air, twisted, then grabbed a fistful of her perfect blonde hair. Scarlett yelped. Rose dragged her toward the door—hair still in hand—opened it with her free hand, and shoved her out into the hallway. Scarlett stumbled, heels wobbling, barely catching herself against the wall.

Should Rose help her step-mother or not? ***