Not My Rodrick Novels & Stories

She smiled brightly, “Why not? We should totally go. I have a lead on where we can begin. Have you ever gone undercover before?” I chuckled, “I’m a Beta, Sinclair. Of course I have scouted.” She smiled again. Just then, I heard a snarl, and I turned around, and there was a man coming towards me. I’m ready to fight, but then Sinclair, in a very surprised voice, says, “Rodrigo? What are you doing here?” This is Rodrigo? He clearly has a crush on my sister. He is acting like a mate. Sinclair didn’t mention having a mate. I didn’t see a mark on her neck either.

Well, that not my fucking problem. “Mate? Psst.. That’s not true. I’m going to be his chosen mate on Saturday, and he has not even chosen me yet.” I reply with a wave of my hand, looking down into my phone yet again. Rick just stares at me, and I sigh dramatically. “Can I help you?” He is being a right asshat this morning. He has not cared for what I am doing since we were teenagers. We drifted apart after I convinced him to kill that rogue girl in the woods, and maim her so much we could pass her for that little traitor bitch Maddison. Well, I did the maiming. He did the killing. “Oh yeah. And rumor has it her name is Maddie.” I pale. No! No, no no! That can’t be! It cannot be her. She is d

He had not calmed since we first laid eyes on her. 'She is ours,' Chaos growled, still offended at the biker’s touch. “She doesn’t even know me yet,” I muttered aloud. And she won’t trust us if we barge in like lunatics. I showered quickly and dressed, pulling on dark jeans and a fitted black shirt. Something neutral, something human enough. Roderick’s door opened across the hall, and he stumbled out, hair a mess, still yawning. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he muttered, eyeing me up and down.

Brody asked in confusion before he pecked the top of my head, and squeezed my hip in reassurance. “Reece told me that you had something that belonged to me, but it was not his place to say what” Roderick replied. Every part of my mind wanted to turn to face him, to see his happy smiling face that I remembered from all my memories, but my body just wouldn’t allow me to. “I don’t have anything that belongs to you” Brody growled, his eyes darkening slightly as he tightened his grip on me. “Then why am I here Reece?” Roderick sighed heavily. I still didn’t like his tone, he sounded so defeated. He didn’t sound like my happy-go-lucky brother.

It can't be Nick because he didn't come out of me for two days. Jane Miller: I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that I was in my room, without any slightest harm. I looked all over my body, especially at my neck, there was nothing. I felt a headache though but it was okay as I wasn't hurt. I looked around my room, still sitting on the bed and I didn't hear any sound of anyone. Ryan was gone.

I smiled tightly, not interested in talking about it any further. "Hell, Luna, with a routine like that, no wonder you could hand our Anita her ass." They laughed, and I simply remained tight-lipped. I was not going to join men to laugh at my fellow woman. No way. "She could even beat Rodrick." Now, Rodrick was one of the best soldiers in the pack, so I laughed and tried to get out of it. "Don't set me up, Jack." To my surprise, Rod himself stepped out and asked if I would be willing to spar with him.

"You don't need to be afraid, Sehrize and I have been through a lot with a job like this. Even tonight's big plan isn't something to be afraid of." Even though that answer made Groddy breathe a sigh of relief, he was still getting a sad look from Glade.Because it turned out that Groddy had only come to France as a spectator, not to save Natallie. Groddy feels that the choice he has made is not just about saving himself. Because he has to lower his self-esteem as a man.The world he has is very different from Sehrize and Glade. He cannot use a gun to kill enemies, nor can he move quickly when enemies come from behind. Groddy is just a vineyard owner who knows how the results of his vineyard ca

I'd fallen for a man who was only nice to me so I wouldn't feel lonely and I felt so pathetic knowing that because even though he almost kissed me that night, I didn't think that Michael Rover would ever harbor anything emotional toward me. I was just Taylor. Not anyone special.

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

The small figure had what appeared to be a rabbit under one arm. I stopped in front of it. Marcus stopped beside me. "Lily did that eighteen months ago," he said. "She was very specific about where it should hang." I looked at it for another moment. Then I took out my phone and typed. The large one has your hair. He read it. "She says it looks exactly like me," he said. "I have my doubts about her description of me." I looked at him. He looked at the drawing. Then footsteps. Small and fast and utterly without the careful management that characterized every other set of footsteps in Marcus Donovan's world.