Blame Jupiter Room Novels & Stories

A hiss of cold, artificial air spilled out. Jessica's heartbeat stuttered. Aurora stirred in her arms, eyelids twitching as if afraid to open. "Romeo..." Jessica whispered. "This place... this wasn't on any blueprint". Romeo swallowed. "Because we never never meant to find it". They stepped inside. The room was circular, massive, glowing with pale blue lights. Screens lined the walls hundreds of them. Every screen held a symbol: A circle broken by a single line. Jessica felt the word tilt.

Jupiter's culprit is living their lives to the fullest, and yet, Blanche's team is mourning their loss. "If you think I'll go easy with you, guys, then brace yourself. I won't let you escape this hellish life!" She angsts as she opens up a confidential file that contains most of the details about Jupiter's suspected culprit. "I ain't no God, but I will be the judge if you, motherfuckers, deserve to live or die!"

“Rule number one,” he says. “Stay out of my room.” “Rule number two,” I reply. “Keep your girlfriends out of the living room.” He grins. “Jealous already?” I roll my eyes. “I’d rather date a cactus.” Six months later… He’s on one knee. And I’m about to break both our hearts.

I sensed that he did know something that would make me feel better and I could tell he was trying to help. "Okay," I smiled back and pecked a kiss onto his lips. He cupped my face before taking my hand and leading me down the hall, explaining that his parents and all the Betas families lived on the top floor. The second floor had his father's and mother's offices, right next to each other. There was also a huge library on that floor. Going down another floor, Jax showed me the ceremony/ ball room, then the dining room. Making our way towards a back exit, Jax turns, halting walking, and facing me.

I've been up since before dawn, and the fatigue is starting to catch up with me. The Alpha's voice drones on, and I can feel myself starting to drift off. I try to shake myself awake, but it's no use. The monotony of the discussion has lulled me into a state of drowsiness. I glance around the room, hoping to find something to focus on. But everything seems dull and lifeless. The walls are plain, and the only decoration in the room is a large wolf's head mounted above the Alpha's chair. It's a trophy from one of his hunts, I'm sure, but it does nothing to liven up the space.

Scarred. She opened it. Evelyn stepped through before fear could root her in place. Inside… was a room. Not luxurious. Not beautiful. It was dimly lit by a single bulb swinging slowly from the ceiling. The walls were white and empty. No furniture. No window. And in the center of the room — a single chair. Metal. Bolted to the floor. Evelyn’s breath caught. She stepped back, suddenly unsure. The woman behind her didn’t move, didn’t speak.

The sofa looked as though it had spent the last hour fighting a wild beast and lost badly. Wood, glass, torn fabric, scattered papers… there wasn’t a single corner of the room that had escaped the damage. Sylas slowly looked around before lowering his gaze to the untouched cup of coffee in his hand. He searched for somewhere to put it. After several seconds, he realized there wasn’t a single flat surface left that hadn’t been destroyed. A dull headache immediately began forming behind his eyes. Sometimes he genuinely wondered if it was still possible to resign as Beta. Whoever had looked at Carlisle and decided he would make an excellent Alpha deserved to be questioned.

He was visibly distraught as the memory of her staring at his face without any sign or recognition came back at him with full force. "Hmmm, I understand" Damian said, deciding not to push for more answers. "We will have to talk more about this, but you have just arrived. I'm sure you remember the room you always stay in, it has been cleaned for you. Can you find your way there?" Damian asked. "Yes, we will talk in the morning" Beros said, Damian nodded and Beros walked away to his room.

I finally whispered. ​His footsteps slowed for a fraction of a second. "Crescent Pack? That's far from here. What happened?" ​"I was banished," I said, the words tasting like ash. ​"For what?" ​"Attempted murder." ​"Did you do it?" ​"No." ​"Then why were you banished?" ​I swallowed back a fresh wave of tears. "Because no one believed me. My husband didn't believe me... and he was the Alpha."

The room they gave me in the omega block was barely big enough to breathe in. A narrow cot with a mattress that had been slept on by too many people before me, springs that groaned when I turned over in the night. A single shelf bolted crookedly to the wall. A window so small and so high that the light it let in was more of a suggestion than anything useful. The walls were thin….. thin enough that I could hear the women in the next room as clearly as if we were sharing a bed, and they had no shortage of things to say. She slept with the Alpha to steal her sister’s place.