Blame Jupiter Room Novels & Stories

another tried to speak but I interrupted him notwithstanding. “Since my father is alive, there is no room to discuss the ‘ new’ leadership.” I paused. “We must wait for his return; thus, this meeting is adjourned and has come to an end.” I said seriously as I crossed my hand at my back. “My lady…” Stella's eyes urged me to leave. I obeyed her because she was my spirit beast and somehow has control over me. We left the main room and I rushed to my father’s chamber. It has been years since I heard he fell sick. I wondered what startled him so.

A female voice asked. "A hybrid, I think..." The man with the thick baritone voice responded. "However, we need to run a test on the lab to confirm." They paused for a while. Subconsciously, I could hear their conversations. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was in a well lit up room, which screamed absolute luxury. Immediately, I closed back my eyes in pretence. "Do you think she shall bring the boss great profit?" The man asked. "I perceive an unfamiliar scent from her. I doubt she's a full wolf."

Chloe's eyes darted over Dominic's shoulder, her look a clear challenge. I just nodded numbly, not wanting to watch them together any longer. I turned to go to my room, but Chloe’s faux-apologetic voice followed me. "Oh, by the way, I had so much luggage, I just borrowed Evelyn's room for a bit. She won't mind, right?" Dominic just chuckled, playfully tapping her nose. "Evelyn's not petty like you. It's a small thing." My heart was too numb to feel any more pain.

I kept apologizing but my voice had weakened and it couldn't get past the closet. "I've always been a just Alpha, making sure everything is done according to the rules of the pack. That won't change for any reason, not even for love. You are an accomplice in mass murder and treason. I will give the judgment that you deserve, Lorenzo. The fault is yours, not mine." He scampered out of the bedchamber and slammed the door shut.

***AURORA*** The tires suddenly screeched as Ivy slammed on the brakes, bringing us to a sudden halt directly in front of the Moonspire Hotel. The luxury venue was crawling with life. Valets in pressed uniforms scurried around fleet after fleet of black sports cars and high-end SUVs, shielding wealthy pack members beneath massive golf umbrellas. Paparazzi flashes exploded like a storm near the grand glass canopy, throwing blinding white light over the heavy rain.

"Holy crap! Did your roommate poison you?" "Maybe it's that viral dessert place that messed up. OP, explain properly!" "Read carefully. OP said the roommate 'brought' it, not that the shop was the problem." "Who brought it? Tell us exactly who!" "Wait. This guy's up for that guaranteed grad school spot… Don't tell me it's who I think it is…" "Why are you censoring this? People like that don't deserve to be blurred out!" "Luke Carter, School of Computer Science. You're welcome."

Blag! "…aww! Damn it Toma! Why did you have to put your puke bucket under the ladder." Now I'm covered with his vomit all thanks to this idiot! "Ah! I'm really sorry, Yuji!" He stands up from his bed like he wasn't sick at all, and started to help me get up from the floor. Since he was already up, I let him fix the mess he made while I rest on his bed. After that, he lays down next to me which annoyed me. "Don't lie down here!…"

' 'Seems like he's overthinking it,' he said, rubbing his arms through his hands. "Do you identify as Lucifer Axosal?" She inquired, blinking her eyes shut. "Yes, ma'am, do you require anything?" He invited them to come forward. "Does this advertisement belong to you?" She inquired, pointing to the poster affixed to the door. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, nodding. "I'd like to have that room." She stated that she was approaching him and standing in front of him. That's when he realized he'd left out the most important detail. He desired a man for the room. Because his house only had one room.

"Sofia is just my assistant. That's all." "Matthew, it's not about who she is," I replied, keeping my voice even. "It's about boundaries. About trust." I faced him. "Your secret room is our space, just like this home. When you let others in, it's like you're saying I'm not special anymore." Matthew gazed into my eyes, his fingers lightly touching my cheek. "You'll always be special, Elena. I promise, nothing like this will happen again," he said seriously. With that, he kissed my forehead. "That secret room will always be just ours."

It’s messy, imperfect, and probably doomed by a dozen different federal statutes, but it’s ours. “I’m not done with you people yet,” Julian says, slamming his hand on the table as the check arrives. “The Vesuvius Room has a private karaoke lounge in the back. The acoustics are designed for opera, but I think they can handle our brand of trauma.” “I don’t sing, Knox,” I say firmly. “You will tonight, Captain. Or I’m telling everyone about the time you got stuck in that dumbwaiter in Little Italy.” ZLLIOT “ZLI” LUKESON POV