Rose Chase Snapped Novels & Stories

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.

The Duke ignores him and glares at the men in the room. Pyodor, who forgot that he was auctioning the girl off, regains his composure. “Two hundred million going once! Two hundred million going twice! Two hundred million going thrice! Sold!” It is a death sentence for Roseanne. She is shattered and now, she is going to become the slave of a Lycan who will treat her worse than trash. And then it hit her again. That scent...what is this? It has grown stronger, moving towards her. She stays still, trying to to think. It is a seductive scent which is impossible to escape from. Could this be…?

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

Rose countered. "Wow. I never thought of that. So you want us to get married, uh." He looked into her eyes and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her smile, white teeth, her poise and the way she innocently looked at him. "Yeah." She replied aptly. "This is too soon for me and I can't just decide yet." He explained. "It's too soon for you also to ask to get laid with me." She countered. "Oh really. What if I didn't back down in my room when I was already in the heat with you, would you have been able to resist me from fucking you?" Prince felt irritated.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

Moira grabbed Rose’s chin and lifted her head to make it easy for Ursa to pour the scotch into her mouth. “Please, please, no!!! Noooo!!!” cried Rose, but no one was there to help her. Vanessa just kept crying near her mother’s leg but did nothing to stop her. Ursa opened the cap of the bottle, and Moira pressed on Rose’s cheeks forcefully, forcing her to open her mouth.

I tried. "Your love made you weak," Rosa's mouth said. "It always does. That's why love fails. That's why hate endures. That's why " "MOMMY, PLEASE!" Elena was screaming."I need you! Thomas needs you! PLEASE!" Rosa's face cracked into a smile "Goodbye, second choice." And then she snapped his neck to one side. Pierce's neck snapped to the side. The world tilted. His body went limp. Rosa released him. He crumpled to the floor, his head turned sideways.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Cedric said with a smile. "What kind of day?" "Your one-year recovery anniversary." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations—on being reborn." I took the bouquet, my eyes misting over. "Thank you, Cedric. For this past year… for staying by my side." "Silly girl," he said gently. "I told you, I'd wait as long as it takes. So… are you ready to give me a chance now?" I paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "Alright."

I was walking out of the crypt. The sound of tires screeching against gravel cut through the evening. A sleek, high-end coupe pulled to a violent stop, blocking the pedestrian gate. The window rolled down. Rose Cartella. She was smoking a cigarette, her hair pulled back into a sharp ponytail. She leaned out, a grin spreading across her face that didn't reach her eyes. "So," she said, tapping ash onto the driveway. "The rat finally ran away? Perfect." I stopped, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "Get out of my way, Rose."