100 Savage Roasts Novels & Stories

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

He takes another sip of his amber-coloured beer, the glass cool in his hand. Pax moves to the cupboard and pulls out three large ceramic plates, their surfaces gleaming under the kitchen lights. He arranges them on the granite countertop with precision. With practiced ease, he divides up a fresh salad, golden fries that look crispy and seasoned, and juicy steaks cooked to perfection. Each plate gets an equal share, the combination making our mouths water.

I screamed, lunging forward. With a sharp crack, the sapphire crystal face shattered instantly, sending delicate parts flying everywhere. My heart shattered along with it. Even my livestream followers were stunned by her madness. The chat went completely silent at that moment. "See that? That's how much you mean to him. Worthless!" Cassidy laughed like a maniac while grinding the broken watch face beneath her sharp stiletto heel. "Why do you treasure this worthless piece of junk so much?" "I'll kill you!" I charged at her, tackled her to the ground, and rained down punches.

"After everything I've done. Everything I've become. I don't have the right to call myself your brother anymore." His jaw tightened, and for a moment the composure he wore so easily in front of everyone else slipped entirely, just him and the photograph and years of a silence he had never once let anyone see. "I kill people when I have to," he said, voice low, rough at the edges. "I destroy them when I have to. I've taken apart entire operations, entire families, without losing a single hour of sleep over it." He set the frame down slowly, his fingers lingering against the glass. "And I still haven't found the one person who took you from me."

A couple of minutes later, I was dressed and as I walked down the stairs, my nose was blessed by a savory aroma. Walking into the kitchen, my eyes were greeted by the sight of a delectable feast that almost made me cry. My mom had somehow made a feast out of nothing. When I looked in the fridge, all I saw was a bunch of cold things in packages. I could make a decent sandwich but my mom had made French toast, egg, bacon, hash browns, and other stuff that I couldn’t even identify.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

Was he in a war or something? She wasn't breathing. Her sole focus was on the art crafted on his skin. Both of his arms were inked exquisitely. One had a wolf while the other had tribal Viking-themed art. The patterns began on his hands and ended on his chest. The tatts alone gave him such a dominating look but the way his hair was open unlike that neat bun, made him look like a hot caveman or a brutal Viking. He looked seemingly ruthless with such a hot appearance. She was dumbstruck and if that wasn't enough, holding a piece of chocolate fudge cake in a plate did the deed for her.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.