Janet Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

He threw his head back with a HA that made Antonio shake his head at the man. “When do the investors usually meet? Any particular day?” “Whenever Dan calls them.” Rock replied. “I need footage of the past several months sent to Janet’s suite please. I will be there if anyone needs me.” Antonio walked off once Rock agreed to bring him what he needed. Janet’s encounter with Orlando had been bitter sweet to say the least. He was gentle with her and passionate as if making love to her. The romantic room Rock picked out for him was on the ninth floor. Based on his questionnaire, it fit his personality and it was his go to spot last time. It was a shame Janet couldn’t remember him. Many personalit

Lucas stood by the window, arms crossed tightly, his eyes red-rimmed and distant. Now the hallway was quieter, dimmer. Only the hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint chatter from the hallway filled the silence. Then the door burst open. Everyone’s head turned sharply. Janet walked in. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smudged, and she had a small bandage on her arm but her expression, oh, her expression, was what made my blood boil. She looked… fragile. She looked like she had been crying. She was such a hypocrite.

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.

"Ahhh—" Janet's scream pierced through the air. She ran toward Zack like a madwoman when she saw him get stabbed. Before she could go nearer, she was kicked aside by the man. She lost consciousness right after, but before she blacked out, she seemed to see Zack smiling at her as though he was trying to assuage her. She wanted to tell him how upset she was, but in the end, she didn't have the opportunity to do so. Meanwhile, Jenny woke up groggily at the Old Mansion in Parrington when her phone rang. She was confused when she saw the caller's name. Why would Gilbert call her at this time of night?

" 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.

But for now, prison would do. He pulled out pictures. A woman. Brunette… wearing almost nothing, pale face covered in way too much make up. There was something vaguely familiar about her. “That’s Julia Summers,” Rocky said. I really looked now. Same hazel eyes as Maddison but dead, drunk, empty. My jaw flexed. Rocky continued. “She's in and out of clubs, hotels. Always with men. Always with a bottle. Can’t hold a day sober.”

he croaked. "My PI tells me your name is Rocky," Julian said, his voice devoid of emotion. Rocky’s already widened eyes bulged even more. "I’m innocent! I don’t know anything—please let me go!" A chair was brought for Julian, and he sat on it leisurely, crossing his legs. "But I haven’t even asked you anything. Why did you kidnap Jane?" Rocky shut his eyes. "I don’t know any Jane! I didn’t kidnap no one!" he sneered.

Janet attacked again. Janet was a combination of physical might and wrath, all wrapped up in rage. She was a non-stop flurry of swift strikes, slashes, and stabs that even the startled savage lycan could not keep up with, let alone the gigantic lycan. As she hammered with ferocity, it happened in a blur, and even June and Ryan couldn't keep up. Finally, she succumbed to weariness when the three lycans were dead. Beheaded and disemboweled. "Oh fuck! What the hell was that?" Ryan asked.

It was Darryl's little Rocky! Darryl's little Rocky had hatched after Sloan and Yvette had left the previous day. The little Rocky did not look like its mother. It was purple, and its body had flashes of electricity that generated some sizzling sounds. However, the little Rocky was still small, so the current was not strong. "He is so adorable." Jewel clapped her hands, squinted as she smiled. Little Rocky's eyes were black and round. With its spiritual senses, it called out to Debra adorably. "Mama, Mama…"