Janet From Rocky Horror Show Novels & Stories

They destroyed the place, and I could tell there was a struggle before the Delta was killed. Janet was seated in her living room; her hands were trembling as she stared at the ground, tears soaking her cheeks, and her lip was trembling. It looked as if she hadn’t showered in days; she wore the same clothing she wore when I saw her the day before the attack, and my heart broke. “Janet, you have a visitor.” Stacy spoke to her like a child, and it hurt even more. Stacy sat beside her on the couch, picking up a broken picture frame that had fallen on the ground, her shoulders slumping.

It was not every day that a total stranger walked up to her front door. “I hear that you are the person who makes things happen around here,” Janet continued. “Slow down, you still have not told me who the hell you are.” “Oh, I am sorry for that,” she bowed curtly, “I am Janet,” she said with wide expectant eyes as if that was supposed to explain everything. Zara looked at her blankly, “Janet? Who are you?” Janet’s jaw dropped, and Zara still did not know who she was. Everyone else seemed to have heard about her. “Uhm, I was rescued by your pack–”

Janet said to me surprisingly, which made me know that she was in Mikel's chamber before and maybe she came to check up on me. "I'm fine," I said and Janet stared at Mikel with a beautiful smile curved on her pretty yellow face as she was indeed a beautiful dragon woman and she said to Mikel, "I guess my work here is done now, your majesty, can I leave now?" Janet seemed happy as her cheeks flushed red but I frowned and stared away from her, knowing she might already be aware of what Mikel had done to me as she was obviously their physician and so I left Mikel's bedroom not waiting for Mikel's response to her.

" Just that one detail–something only the two of us would know–was enough to tear down every wall he had. The untouchable, arrogant top assassin turned red at the ears, stammering as he called me, "Moonlight." We were in the middle of an easy, lively conversation when the door to the bar suddenly swung open. Janet rushed in, slightly out of breath. Today, she deliberately dressed in a soft, delicate floral dress–pure, innocent, the kind designed to tug at heartstrings. She came, full of anticipation, ready to reel in her second big catch. However, the moment her gaze swept across the booth and landed on me, smiling across from Shadow– it was like she was struck by lightning.

Footsteps approached, the sharp click of heels echoing down the hallway. The door swung open. Standing in the doorway of Vale's office was a lady in a long sparkling red gown with a thigh-high slit, her blonde hair tumbling past her shoulders, looking straight at Smith. "Hi, Smith," she said. "Chloe!" Smith said, surprised, not expecting to see her after such a long time. "Oh my goodness, what are you doing here? You never told me you were coming back from London," he said.

•OCTAVIA• Janet hovered over me again, fussing as though I was going to break. “Rest, sweetheart,” she murmured, tucking a pillow behind me. I lowered my head to hide my smile. Poor Giselle. So desperate to be the savior, so eager to prove herself. And yet here was Janet, storming through Noah’s pristine living room, promising vengeance on a woman who’d done nothing but exist. It was a beautiful irony.

Rohman rushed down the staircase, stepping over the dead bodies as he went. “Janet, where are you?” he yelled, scanning the dark hall with his voice echoing. At that moment, he narrowly dodged a bullet and fatally shot the man. The eerily quiet hall echoed loudly as he continued taking lives and moving forward. “Janet!!” he shouted once more. A static-laced reply returned. “I’m in the west wing, near the library! I found something… a bomb! It’s rigged to blow the place up!” Her voice was a blend of urgency and terror.

she said as she tried to come close to me, but the men pushed her away roughly. "Why are you sorry, Christiana? You promised you wanted to get rid of her too," I heard a familiar voice say, and I felt my world freeze completely. Slowly, I raised my eyes to look at the last person I'd never thought I would see in this nightmare. Janet. She was standing there in a red, skimpy black leather skirt and a white top, giving me a smirk that was different from the ones she'd given me before—this one was pure malice.

He had been missing for so long, and his participation in a reality show seemed very strange. "This director is really good. He invited Jackson." Janet giggled, “Other male artists at Starlight Entertainment didn’t have time, but the company had an agreement with the show. They had to send a man to the show. Jackson is Allen Parker’s brother, so he’s helping his brother out.” Janet was very happy, and Emily also smiled. Emily straightened Janet’s hair, curled it slightly with a flat iron, put on a cute makeup look, and added a beret. She transformed into a cute rich girl. This look suited Janet’s temperament very well, with a bit of a retro feel.

Janet just barely squeaked out. Luca Rossi didn't even know she existed. How the fuck she would get him to agree, she didn't know. But she would. Luca was the only glimmer of kindness Janet had ever witnessed in the underground. He was her only out. It would have to do. Vincent laughed, low and rough, while Jax kept claiming Candice’s ass with endless, vigorous thrusts. “Date him?” Vincent repeated, amused, while Candice continued to beg for more in the background. “You think daddy would hand you over to Marco Rossi’s boy, fuck toy?”