Novelas y relatos de Greg X Rodrick

20 minutes later Zach POV I am seated in the car with Adrian, Liam, Zane and the driver. The rest of my men are behind us in another car. Adrian tilts his head to the right before he spoke up. “Hey dude, that car..isn't it familiar?” he said and I checked to see the car he was referring to; A Black Rolls Royce car. “Could that be Greg and his men?” I ask “Greg is an asshole, he barely comes out so if is to be so, it would be his men I think” Zane replied and I shrugged.

In fact, their deaths would be a service to society. Then, Gideon's spear transformed back into a whip, sweeping across the crowd and sending bloodied bodies flying. Panic erupted among the remaining members. "Quick, tell Xan—no, get Gregory!" "Hurry!" Gregory emerged from the main hall deep within the compound, his face dark with rage. As the highest-ranking deputy leader and Xandor's cousin, he commanded immense respect in the criminal underworld of Verdura—when he spoke, the entire city listened. Yet, an unknown guy had stormed their headquarters, slaughtered his men, and even called him out by name. The audacity was unthinkable.

His tongue touched mine and I could have sworn my body was on fire. Someone cleared their throat and I pulled away immediately. Nikolas chuckled and looked past my shoulder to see who had interrupted. “Ricco, did you find out what I asked?” He nodded his head and walked to us with a flash drive in his hands. He handed it to Nikolas and walked away. “What is that?” I asked as I eyed the item in his hand suspiciously. Against my better judgment and what Mother had told me, I asked questions I wasn’t supposed to.

I hated bullying and Slade could sometimes lose his whole personality over it. “I see you’ve slept in your clothes again,” Rick said to a boy as he pushed him up against the lockers. I could see that he had potential as a fighter, but he probably didn’t train enough. He was a wolf as was Rick and his friends, the difference being that Rick was part of a pack and the boy wasn’t. We walked closer to them and one boy glanced in our direction and whispered something to Rick. “Let him go,” Slade said. “Or what? You’ll make me?” Rick asked.

No 'sir' 'master' 'earl' 'barony' 'viscount'— Just Archie Richardson. I introduced myself as William, just William and the closest poor related last name I could think of. It was hard to think of because I'm often associated with Elites so I did not want to come off as flamboyant. I then remembered Hector's last name is Neil. I settled for William Neil. I did not like deceiving the somewhat honest genuine friend, I have ever had but he already hated the Gallaghers and had some profound opinion on them. I did not want to be associated with them.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.

"Your two o'clock is waiting, Sir." "Send her in." There was something eerily familiar about his voice and I still didn't know his damn name. I shuffled to his door, my toes smooshed in my super-tight shoes. My foot hit something unsteady, I crashed to the gleaming white tiled floor. My skirt slipped down my waist, offering my interviewer a peek at my greying, sagging panties. Tears rushed to my eyes, my cheeks burned harder than my bruised knees and my ego withered. I tossed back my frizzy ponytail, peering up. Greyson Elliot sneered at me from behind a huge cherry oak desk. Fuck. At least I know his name, I guess. ​

All of Ricky’s friends and their dates seemed so nice. My brother felt awkward at first, and yes, I know... He's still considered a rogue, but for tonight and while he is staying with us, under our protection, no one is allowed to touch him or anyone in his pack for that matter. Orders and threats by none other than my wonderful husband, Ricky, of course. And now that his friends know about our situation and met the real Rogue King, they also warned everyone to treat Brandon and his pack with respect. I don't know what is it about this guy, Hunter though. He looks scary, but he's extremely nice. But it gave me bad vibes when he had to step away to talk to Leah.

“Oh, he pushed it. He just did it in my office.” “Is he that much of a dick?” Seith blurted. “And then some,” Victor murmured, but didn’t make eye contact with any of us. He paused to dab his napkin on his lips, before looking up at us. All eyes at the table, except for Ophelia’s, were on him. “I’ll not pretend to play nice. Rodgrick hasn’t changed. He’s been a thorn for over a century and he’s not planning on stopping. He found a way in, and he’s not going to let it go now.”