Amy X Rouge Novels & Stories

Lizzie noticed Roxy's reaction. Roxy seemed very furious, looking like she hated Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "Roxy, what's wrong?" "She harmed me before!" Roxy pointed at Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "How did she harm you?" "She put laxatives in my drink, making me embarrass myself and miss the runway show." Yasmin glanced at her indifferently. "Roxy, don't twist the truth. You were the one who put laxatives in my drink, but you ended up drinking it yourself and made a fool of yourself."

༒ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ By the time I got to the hotel, the reality of what I was about to do had already settled in, and not in a good way. It sat heavy in my chest, like something I couldn’t shake no matter how many times I told myself this was necessary. I stood outside for a second longer than I should have, staring at the entrance, trying to convince myself to just walk in like it was normal, like I did this all the time.

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

As he spoke, Amanda appeared behind him, her smile bursting like fireworks in the air. I turned around to face her, only to be met with a smug, triumphant grin. The fresh mark on her neck gleamed in the light—like a cruel symbol of victory. My heart trembled violently at the sight of that fresh mark, and I could feel my wolf sobbing in a low, pained voice. I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to look away from the crimson imprint that now stained Amanda's neck.

I hated rogues a lot, I couldn't even stand them, and I don't care if she is my mate or not, a rogue is a rogue. "She's our mate, you need to accept her." My wolf said. "I'm not rejecting her, but that doesn't mean I like the fact that she's my mate." I turned my back on her and left the torture room, my head started spinning after my wolf's statement, a part of me was happy for my wolf, and the other wanted revenge, revenge for rogues, I wanted to kill every last one of those bastards, I would gladly take out my anger on my enemies.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

I didn't like being called a rogue, and so I retorted, "Yes, I am a rogue, but I have a name. And I think you know it, so why don't you use it when you talk to me? It would sound much better." I could see that Alex, who was standing behind me, was embarrassed and humiliated. But I didn't care. I knew what I was doing and was ready to face the consequences. "Brother, she humiliated me. How can you not do anything about this?" Alex exclaimed. Darius simply laughed and said, "Who said I'm not going to do anything about her? But right now, I need to know her ulterior motives." I could feel my heart racing as he said those words. I didn't have any ulterior motives, but how could I make him believ

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.

“It’s trouble, but fun trouble. You’ll need it.” The second glass she slid to Talia. Same impossible blue, same lemon, but no bite when Talia picked it up and sniffed. “Blue Lagoon,” Rox explained. “No hangover, all the pretty. You’re welcome.” Talia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Rox kept the last one for herself. Taller than the rest, bluer than all of them, ice clinking like a warning. “And this…” she took a long pull, eyes never leaving mine, “is an AMF. Adios, Motherfucker; starting strong.”