Janet Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

Black must mean dark magic Janet practiced. I didn't take long to observe them because my job was the rogues. So I continued fighting as many rogues as possible, killing them with no remorse. I didn't know for how long we fought, but I found we succeeded in beating them until no more was blocked our way. Only then did we stop. And when I turned to focus on the witches, Janet was already crouched on the ground. Her body was tied to a glow-green rope. It restrained her movements and magic as she kept murmuring something with no results.

Jake’s whole chest tightened watching her walk outside with Janet. Then—three figures emerged from the shadows. Tall. Masked. Costumes like hideous zombies. One of them shoved something over Jerica’s face and she struggled, twisting and kicking—but another jabbed her with something and she slumped. “No, no, no,” Jake muttered, gripping the mouse tighter.

The acrid smell made my stomach lurch, and I had to fight the urge to vomit. "Again we meet, isn't that amazing." A voice said, cracking through the thin silence, and the voice made my insides twisted. My blood ran cold, and every nerve in my body screamed danger. My hair was dripping with water, which made my skin cold. The droplets traced icy paths down my face, mixing with the fear that was already making me shiver. Slowly, I raised my head, and there stood Janet, in a black leather jacket, short jeans, and high boots which reached her mid-thighs. She looked different—darker somehow, like whatever innocence she'd once pretended to have had been stripped away completely.

Itching my hair lightly, I waited rigidly for Janet. Twenty minutes later, I heard a soft rasp on the bed. Taking a soft breath, I made my way over to the door, sliding it open lightly as I pulled an anxious Janet into my room. She was looking at everywhere but my face. "You look pale," I observed out loud. She turned to me then, her hands clinging onto mine so softly. "That is because I never imagined I would fuck Raven." "You did it?"

She slowly opened her eyes. At first, she looked around blankly. After that, her gaze fell onto Chase, and a conscious look gradually appeared in her eyes. “You… You are?” Her lips were slightly parted. Looking at herself, she asked, “What… What am I doing here?” “Miss Julia, it’s me, Little Rocky. I’m Little Rocky from Green Hills Orphanage,” Chase tried to hold back his excitement as he said. Julia froze, her eyes widening as she looked at him carefully. “You… You’re Little Rocky?”

Hesitantly, me and Janet helped her push it. "That's enough," She said and we both stopped. She crouched down and opened a hatchet. It was a sewer hatch. "No way," Janet said, stomping her feet, I'm not going down some sewer." "Fine," Sam said as she packed her hair into a ponytail. "Stay here if you want. Right now this is the perfect time to escape. Someone tried to kill Lorenzo Janet, kill him!. Do you think after tonight the security here won't be crazy,." She handed each of us flashlights, "We don't have a choice and I'm taking whatever I can get." She held her nose and jumped in.

I said, half-hoping to drag Rocco into a conversation. He had been playing with his knife for more than thirty minutes now, and I began to wish he would accidentally stab himself with it. Finally, he grabbed the blade and slowly turned his gray eyes to the screen. “This tunnel's wide,” he grunted before shifting his attention back to the knife. “You're such a talkative guy, aren't you?” I gave him a sarcasm-dripping smile, which, of course, he completely ignored. “I'm in,” came Janet's voice, and my attention snapped back to the screen. I watched her jump down, softly landing in the center of the server room.

“Watch the back door, Rocky. I don’t want any surprises. The wedding is tomorrow and Jarrod is flying her family out.” “There’s something you should know,” Rocky said. His voice sounded disturbed, and Rocky was rarely disturbed by anything. Unable to sit, Hayden stood up and pressed his forehead on the glass window in his room. It was wide and transparent, allowing him to see into the busy city below. “What is it, Rocky?” “This Tessa girl, she looks a lot like the picture of the Lolita girl you asked us to find. I’m holding the picture right now and I wouldn’t have been able to differentiate them if I hadn’t spoken to the Tessa girl.”

We walked up the trail to her beautiful cabin. The wrong kind of cabin in the woods. Griffin knocked once we were on her front porch. The curtains pulled apart and Janet- this is an assumption- peaks through. Her eyes are wider than saucers. "Anastasia?" Yes, that's me. "Yeah. Janet?" "How are you alive?" "Mom, who is that?" I heard a male voice call from inside. The fuck….. Griffin shares the same look with me, and guilt covers Janet's face. "Don't worry, it's an old friend. Stay put, I'll come out to you."