Monroeville Rage Room Novels & Stories

"Where am I?" "You are in the Moon Shadow pack, Link. My name is Nicole Stone and the Alpha is my son, Jayson Stone. You came here two days ago and you attacked two people who are both currently in critical condition," she replied. "What? No. I'd never attack another person. You're lying to me. Tell me you're lying?" I panicked. I had never killed a person in my life unless they attacked me first and I had certainly never been one for going round, randomly attacking people for the fun of being able to do it.

Eyes widening, I begin to follow him out of the room and into the living room, where the final rogue stands, baring its teeth. “Stay back.” Maverick says, holding up an arm to stop me from going closer. “But it needs to bite me.” I counter, ducking beneath his makeshift shield and moving forward. Gritting my teeth, I hold out my arm and wait as the rogue lounges toward me, and when its teeth wrap around my skin, I want to scream. “That’s enough!” Maverick snarls when the rogue continues to hold onto me. Reaching out, he grabs it by the scruff of its neck and pulls, yanking the rogue free and throwing it across the room and into Uncle William’s TV.

Jumping up, I started pacing around. Maverick’s office was large. A huge solid oak desk sat towards the back of the office with a very expensive rug under it. The rug itself was around 100k. Very outdoorsy vibe with browns, greens and nature was woven into it. There are two arm chairs directly in front of his office and to the right is a sitting area with a bar. I am pretty sure bars are standard in an Alpha’s office.

I was impressed. Something else caught my eye-an electric winch. It was very similar to the one I used at the local garage to remove the Mustang's engine. What the hell did Monroe use it for? I shook my head slightly and continued looking around. A large black leather mat rested prominently on the floor in the center of the room. Comfortable-looking couches surrounded the area. The women entered without talking and stood to the side. "Nessia, have you done your warm-up?" Monroe asked.

Rage sat in the open doorway, the wind whipping his hair, his eyes fixed on the glowing spire of the Vane Tower. "Sir! The Russo strike team has breached the 95th floor!" Marcus shouted over the headset. "Drop me on the 100th-floor balcony," Rage ordered. "I’ll clear the penthouse. You take the Sentinels and drop to the bunker levels. If Lorenzo is still breathing, leave him for me." The helicopter flared over the balcony. Rage didn't wait for a hover. He jumped, a fifteen-foot drop that he absorbed with a roll, coming up with his rifle spitting fire.

She asked curiously, praying this won't have anything to do with the Montero's. Unfortunately for her, it's everything that has to do with the Montero's. “You need to check the Celebrity room live right now!” Jace exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “What's going on?” Angela asked, her voice groggy, heart racing even harder. Whatever that made Jace burst into her room this early morning, looking like that won't be good news. “What is it, Jace?” She asked again. Jace said nothing, he just handed her his phone, the screen displaying a live stream news bold headline:

Afraid that Mom would sense something was off, I skipped dinner and retreated to my room. I opened a streaming app and clicked into a room raising money for a baby with a cleft lips and palate. On the screen, a couple was performing in a dilapidated room. After seven hours of streaming, they'd only collected 1,200 dollars. The comments section was a cesspool of trolls. "Have the mom put on some stockings and do a suggestive dance. I'll send a gift then!"

By this time, I can feel the anger subsiding. I shake my head at his words. "Na-ah. It will be as sweet as a candy. C'mon hunn. Just one hit," I smiled at him and I saw the movement of his Adam's apple, my smile getting even wider. "Max, let's be good and give me the baseball bat okay?" I heard Raze from behind me and I almost forgot we have other people in the room. I turned on my back and saw Mono watching us from the couch and Demo now sitting beside him. My eyebrow raised at the sight of Storm lying on the couch, his head resting on Cali 's lap while other have her cheek red like a tomato.

Ragh echoes, swallowing loudly. “Yeah, fun room,” I emphasize the words. “It’s like a padded room where you can go as crazy as you want. It’s like a rage room but better, you know. Hit the walls, kick, bite, scream, do whatever but nobody will hear you and there’s no way to hurt yourself unless you’re like very professional at hurting yourself. I think that’s the best part about that spa. Go in, leave all negative emotions and exit the room like a brand new person.” Judging by the look on his face, my poor new friend Ragh totally thinks I’ve lost the plot completely. I haven’t, I promise, at least not as completely as he believes.

“If this is a trick, Russo—” “You’ll kill me?” he teased. “Yeah, yeah, I figured.” I smirked but said nothing. A few minutes later, he pulled into a dimly lit parking lot. The building in front of us had a neon sign that read: Rage House. I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” He cut the engine and turned to me, his expression softer than I expected. “I want you to vent here. To get every ounce of anger, every frustration, every piece of hurt out of your system.”