Riff Raff Rocky Novels & Stories

When Jake gained his sight back he saw some stable girls giggle as they walked by. The guy was wearing a black tank top, and black jeans with running shoes which ruined the cool guy image he was trying to betray.. The man looked down at Jake and sneered in his direction like he knew that Jake was judging him in his mind. Then Jake had started to worry that he was a mind reader. But he remembered Glory saying that mind reading is a rare talent that not many wolves had. He looked up from Jake and got a smile on his face, there was a blurred movement and when Jake got to his feet, Glory was in the arms of the guy that had knocked Jake down and was proceeding to kiss him on the cheek. Glory look

He was far more terrifying than Raina could possibly imagine. Raina responded calmly, “I’m not a child. I don’t need anyone to tell me what kind of person Leif is. I know for myself.” Rocky’s eyes widened in anger. “You—!” Raina just smiled and raised her eyebrow higher. “What about me?” Rocky took a deep breath and threw up his hands. “Stubborn as hell. I’m done trying to talk sense into you. Hmph!” Good. The less said, the better.

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam

“You are not a bad hockey player.” He chuckled, "Coming from the girl who usually calls me a 'lanky oaf'." “How did you hear that?!” I shrieked. “You made sure I do, always.” He laughed and I huffed. "You are a lanky oaf," I shot back, "A very... well-built lanky oaf." He grinned then, a triumphant, sexy flash of teeth. "That's more like it." He leaned in, capturing my mouth again, this time rougher. His hand slid beneath my shirt, my stomach clenched, and I arched into his touch.

The rogue cackles, his throaty laughter sending a chill up my spine. “WRONG!” He roars with a grin. “She’s going to be mine after we kill you all.” “Come and get her then,” Rocky says confidently. The rogues charge forward and I nearly swallow my tongue in fear, unable to think about what to do or where to go. Rocky looks at me as his lycan tears free, pointing with his muzzle to the barrier for me to go, but I refuse to leave him.

Her damp eyes have the self-belief that she will brawl to protect her dignity. Ryan pulled himself back, he puckered his angular eyebrows at her words, his lips corners raised in an evil smirk, He said, “It’s not just a deal, Tara!... It’s a Bond !…that you will hate all your life… It’s a Bond between us…An Abhorred Bond..!... with this Ruthless Rockstar…!”. ************

While he sang, he gripped my hips and slowly rocked me against his thigh. “Oh god…” I breathed, trying to stay still. The friction against my clit was too much. “Ride it, baby,” he murmured between lyrics, eyes locked on mine. “Rub that needy pussy on my thigh while I sing for you.” “I shouldn’t…” I moaned softly, but my hips started moving on their own, grinding down harder.

Raff collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching his painful stomach. Rolf dashed towards Raff, where he collapsed down on the ground and extended a helping hand. "I hope you're doing well?" Well......."It's okay to lose sometimes, Raff," he replied gently. Raff, unable to swallow his pride and intoxicated by the taste of loss, took Rolf by the neck and threw him to the ground. Raff straddled Rolf, pouring down a succession of devastating blows, eliciting a scream from the audience. Rolf strained hopelessly against the attack, attempting to defend himself.