Janet From Brawl Stars Novels & Stories

Her eyes blazed with anger, her face twisted in a scowl, as she fixed Veronica with a withering glare. “How dare you!” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You're shameless, Veronica. Absolutely shameless.” I looked closely at the woman, and my eyes widened as I realized who she was. Luna Janet. What was she doing here? Her presence demanded attention. The matriarch of the Janet family, was a woman renowned for her beauty, her elegance, and her ruthless determination. And now, she was standing in front of me, her eyes blazing with fury as she confronted Veronica.

" Janet's face flushed a deep, ugly red. Not only did her fake persona tore apart in public–she had to watch helplessly as the big catch she was carefully cultivating was completely taken from her. Humiliation and fury surged through her. She could not hold it in anymore. Covering her face, she bolted out of the cafe like a stray dog chased into the streets. … [Holy shit! That was an insane technical smackdown!] [Janet is such a fraud–she couldn't answer a single thing!] [I'm dying–she doesn't even know Rapid Cooldown and still pretends to be top mage?!] [It's over, it's over. The main target's completely been taken by the villainess!]

Jason held his forehead in disbelief. Janet quickly turned the dvd off angry as ever. “Where did that fucker get this!” She screamed, her voice breaking as she tried to prevent tears from taking over. Jason grabbed her shoulders. “It doesn’t matter, Janet. We can still win this. Play his game, but take control of it. Don’t let him control you.” Even though it was too late. Dan had both of them by the balls and Janet didn’t even have any. She pulled away composing herself as she did. “I will take control of this. If he wants a war he just got one.” She sniffed, fixing her makeup in the mirror then her dress.

"Enough, father. Tell me exactly what you want and leave Alexa out of this!" "Look at the female beside me, rogue!" Alpha Argon continued ignoring Aeon. His hand holding the dagger in a position ready to be thrown my way. I felt like I was lined up for a firing squad, just waiting for my death. I wanted to look at the female beside him, but I didn’t want to lose sight of the dagger in his hand. "Her name is Janet." Alpha Argon smiled wickedly at me, and it wasn’t a good sign. "Aeon fucked this female more than any other female on this planet."

The guard laughed. “Ebbie is on tough cookie.” Jen chuckled. “Good, because he’ll keep trying.” Blaze warned. “She’ll put him in his place. She’s not just the pack doctor but she’s Damien’s aunt.” Jen laughed. “Luna Storm, Alpha Blaze, Alpha Marco.” Jason acknowledged.

Selena told Janet before driving off. ‘May the heavens be with you, child.’ Janet thought as she headed inside the Mansion. What she had done for Selena was something that would get her in a serious mess with Gabriel. But Janet knew that since she was not caught and there was no way of Selena and Gabriel meeting again, she thought it wise to allow Selena to take the blame for tonight. Janet went downstairs to the basement and pulled a knife out of the dead guard’s stomach. She then got among the dead bodies and fell to the ground before stabbing herself in the arm.

I can smell anxiety from her so when we get to the car, I motion for Axel to give us a few minutes alone. When I get into the car, Janette is already seated and I take a look at what she's dressed in. Jeans and a simple deep pink shirt. Her hair has been swept back and tied behind her hair with a band. She looks cute in a strange way, the only thing that's missing is a bag and her glasses. "You don't need your glasses, I'm guessing?" She shakes her head. "No Mr. Bravlov, I mean Ayden. I'm fine like this."

Someone near the dais called Tyler’s name, but the words were lost under the roar. Then she walked through it. Janet. She had no mask and no armour. A long red cloak dragging behind her like she meant it to catch fire. Her hair was twisted into braids I didn’t remember, her eyes painted in black ash, but I knew her face. I would’ve known it in any crowd. She stopped at the edge of the wreckage and lifted her chin like she’d been rehearsing this moment every night for years. Tyler froze mid-command. His sword dropped just an inch. That was all she needed.

And then I saw her. Janet. She stepped out from behind one of the large metal crates, her hair was slightly disheveled. Her eyes looked darker than I remembered. But what froze my blood completely— Was the gun in her hand. The barrel pointed directly at me. Brandson stepped forward immediately. “What the hell is this?” Robert lifted a hand lazily. “Relax.” My eyes locked with Janet’s, something in her expression looked wrong. Not just anger, not just jealousy. Something broken.

Janet barked. She glanced back at Jerica, who was slumped against the side of the car, a sack over her head and iron cuffs digging into her wrists. Laced with wolfsbane. Standard procedure. “We could possibly trade her for Trixie,” Janet said casually. “She’s the Beta’s daughter. Might have value.” “Dammit,” the driver, another hunter dressed as a zombie, muttered.