Blame Jupiter Room Novels & Stories

Lyra exchanged a glance with Selina. The disagreement wasn’t really about the journal, it was about fear. Kael believed answers would help them, while Asher believed answers might destroy them. Unfortunately, both positions made sense. After several moments, Kael nodded once. “Fine.” The victory looked almost suspicious on Asher. “Search the room first.” The hidden chamber suddenly came alive with activity. Dust-covered shelves were examined. Broken boxes were opened. Loose stones were checked for hidden compartments. The room wasn’t large, but it had clearly been used for more than simple storage.

Dante rushed him. “We’re taking him all the way up to the third floor?” Matt asked. “That’s where his room is.” Dante growled. “He's such a big bastard.” Matt groaned. “Pick up your Alpha’s legs or I'm going to break yours.” Dante growled. “I will. I was just saying there's bedrooms on the first floor.” Matt said going to grab his legs. “Matt!” Dante yelled. “What I’m going to.” Matt said annoyed. “Matt. Put the legs down and move away.” Dante said quietly motioning behind him.

I told Jasper. “Who is on border patrol tonight?” Jasper asked. “I am,” Carson says. “You need to see what Jupiter looks like. So you’ll know she isn’t a threat.” I told him. “Why is that an issue?” Jasper and I looked at each other and smirked. Before we walked outside, I stripped out of my clothes and shifted. Jupiter walks over to Jasper. “I have missed you, old friend.” He says as he presses his forehead to Jupiter’s. A tear escapes his eye, and he rubs it into her fur. “He’s happy we’re home,” Jupiter informs me. But I already knew.

“Finish up here and clean up. I don’t want to see any stains.” Darin grabbed my arm and pulled me out, no one picked up Jasper but left him on the floor. Alpha Rip shut the door, completely drowning out Judd’s screams of pain. We walked around a couple hallways and turned a few corners when we walked into a room with a massive screen. It was the entire length of the wall, floor to ceiling. There was pictures of different buildings, different people and even blueprints of other inventions. Pretty much everyone I loved or knew had their picture on the wall with some writing that I couldn’t read.

Jasmine said and Jabal frowned. "How do you expect the four of us to share a room?" He asked. "You can get two rooms then" Jasmine suggested. "That should be Jabal and me. Ryan and Kelvin" Jamal said. "There is no way I am sharing a room with him" Ryan pointed at Kelvin. Jabal smirked. "I think I have the perfect idea for this situation. How about I share a room with Ariana. After all, she's my mate. And then Jasmine shares a room with her mate. She can choose room 101 since she likes it so much and then Jamal and Ryan shares a room"

Like something inside him had screamed and gone suddenly, terrifyingly quiet. The mate bond. No. He growled low in his throat and forced his claws back, his jaw tightening until it ached. The room around him was dark, lit only by moonlight spilling through tall windows carved into stone walls. The Alpha chambers were silent—too silent. “She’s gone,” he muttered, though he didn’t know how he knew.

I looked up after sending the message. The comments in the air were blurring, like static on a television with a bad signal. "What's happening? I can't see…" "The story fell apart, so we're being forcefully removed!" "No! I haven't finished reading yet—" The last comment disappeared before it finished scrolling across my vision. All the lights in the room were switched on. I had no choice but to squint against the blinding glare. The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface.

Every year, the week before the statewide college entrance exams, I had my parents empty fifty rooms at our hotel and hold them for my classmates, free of charge. Then the scores came out, and our class president, Natalie Reed, had bombed hers. She led the whole class online and claimed our hotel had run construction in the middle of the night on purpose, just to keep her from getting into college. The post went viral. The hotel was reported until it was shut down. My parents lost every cent they had saved, and their hair went gray overnight. Through all of it, not one of the fifty classmates who had stayed in our hotel spoke up for us. Then I opened my eyes, and it was the week before

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

I hope not. “Isn't that the lady that Dr. Vale operated on her son a few days ago?” another nurse questioned in hushed tones and the other answered in an inaudible voice. Something is up. There was something about the way some of them were staring at me that made me feel weird and bare. “Room 271.” She finally answered and I nodded, throwing her a smile and she just rolled her eyes. Okay. Confirmed. It wasn't my head playing tricks on me. They were being weird.