Remy Rogue Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sierra giggled as a reply. "Hope you won't go to hell..." "Stop overreacting," She rolled her eyes "Next week will be very hectic so we have to enjoy our free time, besides Rogue is here with his friends." "Where?" I asked. Rogue is the heir of the Hales Organization and the Hales is one of my Family's friend. I'm his childhood friend, but he left our village to transfer to another city. They say he has an elder brother but I don't know if it's legit or what because I haven't seen nor met him yet.

If it weren’t for the weird feeling I got, I would have hired him. Looking at the application, I saw this guy's name was Landon Miller. Scanning his information, I noticed he was a Rogue. Rogues weren’t disqualified, but they had to give a reason as to why they were a Rogue. Apparently, the guy had been a member of a different Pack and left to serve in the military.

Remy laughed and reasons unknown to me, I joined her. “Well I thought I could, until he appeared in front of my doorstep two weeks later, demanding to have a talk with me. It wasn’t easy at first. And when I finally wanted him, he started to have his doubt because he was really concerned about this rogue pack that was attacking the royal families, especially their female mates. He was scared to announce to the public that he had found me. So we fought, and I cut him off, moved to another state, we were apart each other for two good years. Imagine how hurtful that must have been. I had thought I was not going to be able to live well without him, and I didn’t. I was just only a clone of myself

She asks, coming closer. I take her in, looking at her from head to toe. She wears a pair of tight blue leggings and a matching shirt. The only skin showing is her arms, ankles, and neck. I look down at myself in a pair of black lycra shorts and a black sports bra. Showing more skin than the two of them put together. As Rogue wears shorts and a plain white tee with the New Moon emblem on the left pocket side. “My father,” I told her, turning back to the bag and giving it a lame punch as I start the workout from the beginning again. “After he died, I just kept on training picking up new methods and styles here and there.” I shrug, giving the bag another punch.

Things are weird, things are confusing, I don't know who am I anymore, I'm hurt, I'm broken, I'm sick, I'm darkness walking on two legs, but then they came, before them, before this, all I knew was me being a wolf, I was a wolf. Let me explain what being rogue feels like, anger, anger, pure rage, I was angry at the world, at first I knew who I was angry at, I tried to remember names, there's more than one name, I loved those names, I wanted to remember them, keep them in my head, to go back to being me. But then the names started to fade from my head, I couldn't remember the name of the people I'm supposed to remember, there are people I care about, there's one I love and want, but then they

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.

“Well?” “He has some… characteristics of a rogue: red eyes, difficulty controlling himself, and bloodlust. Still, Daphne, his mate apparently, can calm him. We brought them back here for safety, but during a break out from the prison, Arthur attacked and hurt several of our patrolmen.” Rex hummed, “Tell me about these rogue characteristics? Is he insane?” Blade shook his head, “No. Not… normally. Perhaps a bit distrusting of us, but he is capable of speech and reason. In the midst of battle, however, his strength is overwhelming and his bloodlust only intensifies his aggressiveness."

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.