Rosemary Sonic Novels & Stories

The bright beam of the moon cried dominating the dark blue sky. I looked at my feet covered with dirt and mud as I walked ahead, deeper and deeper into the forest. Dark green trees towered above my figure as I tried to make of what was in front. The smell of metal hit my nose as I tried to recognize the smell--Was it blood? I tried to trace the source of the smell and went closer to a tree. “Arah...”, a hoarse and weak voice called out. Surprised, I tried my best to recognize that voice until realization hit me.

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

Rose said. Ember’s grin widened. “You met him.” Rose froze. Rowan nearly choked on his coffee. “What?” he coughed. Rose stared at Ember. “How do you—” “You smell like frost,” Ember said simply. Rowan blinked. “I said that yesterday.” “Yes,” Ember replied. “But you didn’t notice the *other* part.” “What other part?” Ember pointed a spoon at Rose. “She smells like frost *and* fire.” Rowan frowned. “That’s… not possible.”

The others wait while I slowly lick her glowing body from toes to hairline. “Oh, fuck! You taste like honey,” I growl as my eyes roll back in my head. “How do you feel?” Rosemary asks her. “Delicious,” Daisy says, sounding like she’s in the throes of an orgasm. “Me next! Me!” Rosemary says, flitting toward me. I growl, licking her next. “Fuck, you taste like honey too, but from a different region, clover versus wildflower.” When I open my eyes, Rosemary has the same orgasmic look on her face as Daisy.

Rosemary stood up from her bed when she heard a strange sound outside her door. Something was not right. The sound was too quiet, too careful. Like someone was trying not to be heard. She walked slowly to the door and put her hand on the handle. "Hello?" she called softly. No answer. Her heart started beating faster. Something inside her told her to be careful. But she needed to know what was happening. She opened the door just a little bit to look outside.

"Mm-m." Then they disengaged and fell into each other's arms again, rocking to the gentle music which came from the breeze outside, played by the lush fingers of the trees. The music of a newborn love. A passion ignited between the least possible sparks. But it was a flame surrounded by winds. Outside the door, Rosa listened. And seethed. She bit her lower lips and started typing furiously on her phone. "Smith, I think I'm ready now," she wrote and clicked the send button.

Not warning yet only rhythm. But soon.

I take a deep breath in and the rosemary and mint hit me like a shot of caffeine. “Hey sleeping beauty. Rest, we just got in.” Ryker whispers as I move to get out of his arms.

[Rose] I bite my nails as I watch the snow falling down from the windows. The constant chatter of the neighbors disturbing me, while I sit up and make myself some hot chocolate I contemplate whether I could make it to the club or not, I bite my lip sitting over my couch and watching the TV. When a call was heard from the counter of my kitchen and I groan. How could I leave my phone over there? I quickly ran over to it and picked up the call from the house mom of the club.