Lonely Rogue's Love Novels & Stories

The Middle Rogue is satisfied. He pulled the silver whip back from Amelia's scarred body and put on a posture of listening intently. "But I don't have the strength now, can you come closer?" Amelia begged to the middle floor. The rogue had no doubts. He first asked the soldiers in the cell for the key to unlocking the cell door and asked them all to wait outside. Then he entered the cell alone and walked to Amelia. "I need more." The rogue frowned. But seeing Amelia's weak and faint look at this moment, he felt that she couldn't do any tricks, so he crouched down and put his ears before her mouth.

“What’s the name of your pack?” “Rogue Pack,” I say with pride. Her face falls and she says, “Aren’t you a bunch of wolves banding together, pretending to be one big happy family?”

I ask ignoring his statement. “I want your mate,” he replies confidently. I look at him and burst out laughing, “She is not interested,” I reply. He smirks. “She will be if she knows what is good for her,” he taunts. “Are you threatening my mate?” I ask stepping closer to the rogue. “It is a promise. She will want to come with me; I can help her,” he says as he stands taller. “She does not need your help. She is perfect as she is,” I reply. “Agreed she is beautiful, but she could be stronger. She could have a strong wolf. Answers would be given to her as to why she was chosen,” the Rogue says.

When Xavier saw me, his eyes darkened, swirling with emotion, unable to look away. Half the battle was already won. But captivating him wasn’t enough. I steadied myself, adjusting my posture, stepping past him into the shadowed hall. The air inside was heavy, carrying the scent of dust, decay, and faint traces of wolf musk . The moment the old Rogue King stepped into the long-abandoned palace to mourn the woman he had once loved to the extreme—and hated just as deeply—I pressed down on the first piano key. A forbidden sound filled the air. It was the same melody the late Rogue Queen had once played—Mariage d’Amour.

“Do not fail us, rogue.” The rogue didn’t re ply. He stood alone once more, under the ruined sky. And whispered, “Elias. Let’s see what you remember

"And I hate sleeping alone now." I turned to face him, snuggling into his warmth. My bed was smaller than his, forcing us into an intimacy that made my heart race. "What did you do all day?" I asked, tracing the line of his collarbone through his shirt. "Pack business," he sighed, closing his eyes. "We had a sighting. A Rogue." "Rogue?" The word sent a shiver down my spine. "A wolf without a pack," he explained, his voice thick with exhaustion. "They go feral. The isolation drives them mad. They attack packs, hurt people. They’re dangerous, Luna."

the first rogue growled, and the second rogue grabbed my lingerie and tore it from my body, leaving me in my panties “No please don’t do this…aah”I screamed as the first rogue lifted me up and threw me on the bed right on top of the blanket I had laid out for me and Larry “’no, please, stop” I screamed, and kicked trying to get away from them. They held me down, pinned my arms and legs, spread me across the bed, I whimpered, shaking my head, and crying my eyes out, I can’t believe this is happening to me, why did Larry hire rogues to kill me? All I ever did was love him, tonight was supposed to be our matting ceremony the rogues ran their filthy hands down my body squeezing my breasts, as th

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

I said carefully, “The Nightwolf Alpha is strong. He shouldn’t have been able to intervene in time, but our asset was unable to stop him.” The one-eyed rogue crossed his arms and waited. “My sources tell me that plans for the wedding are still proceeding. I know you want Avery, even if Ryan thinks he’ll somehow win her back. I think we both can agree that we can’t allow that to go smoothly.” “What do you suggest?” The rogue’s body language was dangerously casual, but he smelled of blood. I was on thin ice. “I know that you had been kidnapping girls.” I said frankly. The rogue stiffened and I hurried on, “And I couldn’t care less, but I need one of them to sow some confusion.”