Monochrome Rumors Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself, trying to get some semblance of confidence, though it was hard to believe my own words. Great, now I was talking to myself. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my toast, and headed downstairs. At least I could have some coffee to try and wake myself up. The news was playing softly in the background, but I wasn’t paying much attention until I heard the broadcaster’s voice rise. “Breaking news: Another victim was found in the river near Crimson Creek. A woman, between the ages of twenty-one to twenty-five, her body severely mutilated with bite marks and drained of all blood. We’ll know more once the autopsy results come back. Back to you, Tom.”

a sprawling, chaotic mess of opinions and judgments and speculation. Most of them were about me, assessing my choices, my relationships, my life. About Adrian and whether he'd been bought. About the payment and what it meant. About my mother's voice on the recording. But buried in the middle, easy to miss among the noise, a comment from an account with no profile picture and a username I didn't recognize...just a string of numbers and letters that meant nothing. "Ask about Monaco."

I scoffed as Weylyn continued. "Say what you wish into this button, cut the threads, and it'll vanish. I have already made it with Drabek's signature. It will only appear to him," I nodded as I gripped it between my two fingers. I let out a steady breath, praying Drabek got all the messages from before and that he would be getting this one next.

It gives me a headache like a static that I used to hear recently. “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I keep on hearing her voice again and again and again, which makes me dizzy and fall to the ground. In this dark, cold, silent night and only the ray from the full moon is the only light I see. I am so dizzy and I Passed out.

"Miss, there's a rumor that not only is prince Wulfgar paralyzed, but he is also vicious. Totally inhumane." Inhumane? After digesting it in her mind, Carra couldn't help but feel it a little weird and funny. She knew it was easy for people to exaggerate the inhumane aspect of another human being there barely saw or knew. Everybody knew that the gossip ability of the people in this empire, especially the capital, was really extraordinary. Thinking of this, she chuckled slightly, and said, "Isn't this great?" "What? Very good? What's good about this?"

So damn close, her walls thighened around her fingers. “Oh, Jacob… please, just like that,” she moaned breathlessly, arching her back as she humped against her fingers, imagining it was Jacob’s thick cock buried deep inside her. “I’m gonna cum, Jacob… fuck, yes! Faster, please—faster!” Her loud moans echoed through the room, and she was certain they could be heard throughout the house. But it didn’t matter, no one was inside. Only the guards stood outside the perimeter. There were no maids, no helpers, Liam, her husband, hated having people around. So the house was quiet, empty. Just her… and her filthy thoughts.

“Mr. Moretti, I’m sorry, but this is a news network. We’re not here to lower ourselves or our viewers with outrageous conspiracy theories. You have no proof to support these claims, sir.” Donatello gave her a calm, reassuring smile. “Rochelle, I didn’t build my wealth by overlooking details. I make sure everything is precise. So, let’s discuss evidence, shall we? To start, The Monroe Group?” “Oh shit. Here it comes,” my brother Mateo said, raising his fist. “The Monroe Group?” Rochelle repeated, her confusion deepening.

The same uneasy tone. When they finished, I stayed quiet for a moment, jaw tight. A mole inside the pack… A Monsoon wolf working with rogues… Could it be true? I didn’t want to assume anything. Rumors had a way of spreading like wildfire, and half of them were bullshit. But these men weren’t idiots. And the way they said it… the way pieces clicked together in my head… it wasn’t something I could ignore. If there was even a small chance their theory was right, I needed to be sure.

He’d have to find someone to track these accounts to the guilty parties. One thing he saw treading within the comments were people who had become fed up with the rumours and they’d begun poking holes in the rumours. There were few small mercies. But he must get this under control. Monica's silence convinced Heath that she must be involved in some way. These rumours were something of a hobby for her. He’d found her ruining people who made her unwelcome or thwarted anything she tried to do. She could become a real dragon when she wanted to be.

No room for negotiation, no opening for follow-up questions. “Monochrome will not be proceeding with this proposal.” No explanation. I read it once and my hand hovered over the button for a moment. Then I pressed send and closed the laptop.