Rock Dog Angus Novels & Stories

**Her Rock Sequel** Agape: noun. 1. The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstance. One year later Ella and Declan are seniors. One year later Julian is locked up and Hayes is nowhere in sight. One year later Ella and Declan believe they can breathe again without having to glance over their shoulders every other second. This year Ella Emerson has rekindled her love for soccer after facing her past that tragically tore her apart. She has Declan Anderson by her side, the boy who mended her shattered pieces, and the same boy she's given her whole heart to. At last, life is safe again, their love is growing by the second, and now all they have to worry about is loads of homework. Or so they thought. As days pass, peculiar things begin to happen. But when these peculiar things become a pattern can they really keep brushing them off as coincidences? It doesn't take long until the past they thought they conquered sneaks up on them and begins to fiddle with their relationship. Lies arise, fights kindle, tension flares. Will they be able to take each individual punch thrown at them? Or will they crumble when things surpass the limits of difficult? * He then looks into my eyes, his face displaying all kinds of emotions. "Thank you," He whispers. "You're my Ellie, you know that right?" His thumb brushes along my face, setting fire ablaze wherever he touches. "Always my Ellie." My Ellie. Words don't seem to come out, my mouth agape. Always.

My adopted sister, Clara, framed me. She claimed I forced beast blood down her throat. The terror, she said, gave her a heart attack. So my three beloved vampire brothers sealed me away. They trapped me in the observatory in the highest tower, bound by a blood curse. I pounded on the door, helpless, explaining and begging them to let me out. Damien, my eldest brother, the head of our family, pierced me with a look of cold disappointment. Then he turned his back on me. "There's a limit to your selfishness, Lilith. Clara is a fragile human. She has a heart condition! Did you force that filth on her? Were you trying to kill her? I don't want to see this cruel side of you again. Stay in here and think about what you've done." Ethan, the rock star, and Julian, the gothic architect, couldn't even look at me. Their voices were tight with anger and exhaustion. "We put up with your tantrums, but not so you could hurt our family! You've let us down, Lilith. Stay in there and figure out what you did wrong." Then they carefully lifted the "unconscious" Clara and disappeared down the hall. But they didn't know. The observatory was only meant to open at night. But it malfunctioned. When morning came, the dome didn't close. Deadly sunlight streamed straight in. My power evaporated. My screams turned to silence. I burned to ash. Three days later, my brothers returned with a "recovered" Clara. Only then did they remember me. They had no idea the sun had already executed me.

I was arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions. The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own." I nodded obediently. Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror. My sister's expression darkened as she warned me coldly in my ear, "If you pull another stunt for attention, believe me, I'll throw you right back into the doghouse you came from." I obediently listened. That very night, I locked myself inside a dog crate. My sister froze in complete shock. Gritting her teeth, she yanked me out, staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Later, when my adoptive brother pretended to be sick, my sister forced me to donate blood for him. I obediently took the knife. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed straight through the artery in my wrist. By the time my parents rushed over, blood had just begun spraying out. They screamed in horror and lunged forward to press against my wound. "Somebody call 911! Now!!!" My sister had gone just as pale. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally stammered, "Mom, Dad… I only told him to donate a little blood to Eric. I never told him to slit his wrist…" I blinked. My sister wasn't lying. She really hadn't taught me that. It was something the traffickers taught me during the five years my family personally handed me over to them—to "learn obedience."

Married to Don Victor for three years, I thought I could finally forget the pain and betrayal of my ex-husband, Dominic. This cold, ruthless man ruled the East Coast underworld. But he handed me the world on a silver platter, healing my broken pieces. Until late one night. Victor's underboss called, frantic, begging me to rush to Manhattan's top private hospital. Victor and Dominic were in a standoff outside the maternity ward. Guns drawn, surrounded by their elite hitmen. They were inches away from sparking an all-out mob war. And standing between them was my ex-best friend, Chloe. She was visibly pregnant. The Commission's mediator slid a truce across the table. His expression was painfully awkward. "The security tapes are clear. The two Dons nearly blew up the entire floor just to decide who gets to stay in her room tonight." Numbly, I signed the papers as the Donna of the Costello family. Prenatal vitamins bought by Victor already piled high in the room. Meanwhile, his and Dominic's men were still arguing over the schedule—how the two Mafia Dons would split their week to keep Chloe company, three days each. When I walked up to the bed, the two lethal men who were just at each other's throats now stood guarding her on both sides. Victor shielded her belly. The same lips that used to kiss every inch of my body now spit out bone-chilling words: "I forced her. If you have a problem, take it up with me." My ex-husband, Dominic, glared at me viciously. "Keep your mad dog of a husband in check. Tell him to stop harassing my woman!" I slowly shook my head. Watching this farce, silent tears slid down my cheeks. A mobster's love... in the end, it's just a cheap lie. Victor, I don't want you anymore either.

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

Alizah Iris, a jolly-natured girl, just as her name suggests. She has always been enlivened and filled with bright colors. Her ambitions were as simple, to give her father a good life who was indebted in the weightage of huge loans. But one could not blame his father for it, every money he owed to people was well invested by him in Alizah's education. She was one determined girl but her academics were as poor as her financial status. When every teenager of her age was having a perfect teenage life with dates, parties, and high school, she was busy living a dual life when she enters 'Avalon High School'. She had a part-time job to attend and so tells the reason for her poor academic, she could barely give time to studying after dealing with 2-3 jobs per day. Avalon High wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the elite class students who belonged to rich families. Well, Alizah was given admission under scholarship by her god guardians, Mr. and Mrs. Bradford, who owned a well-known company in London. They were one of the creditors of Alizah's father. They were kind people who believed in charity. Everything goes fine, but could the silence before the storm ever be called peaceful? Like that, not everything that was coming Alizah's way was for her good. He was a hipster and a badass guy. Ronan Morris, the richest heir in Avalon High. He was like a rock who could not be melted no matter what. The stars crossed and so did their paths. He was a psychopath who only knew to play mind games and when he realized Alizah was easy to be targeted, that day Alizah's fate was cursed because no one wants to be the target of Ronan Morris.

“You dropped your spoon,” the stranger says as he grabs it. “I’ll go get another,” and the stranger goes to fetch another. When he gets back, Gianni is clinging to life because of his hunger. He is barely managing his posture. Quickly, the stranger gives the spoon to him. But as soon as it reaches the latter’s trembling hand, it falls to his bed sheets. “I can’t hold a spoon,” Gianni is despairingly disheartened. Moments of silence fills the air until the stranger’s warm hand holds Gianni’s chin open. “Open your mouth,” the stranger says as he feeds him with a spoonful off bouillabaisse. Surprised, Gianni feels the luxury of comfort once more. The stranger’s hand is so warm and comforting. He could not help but feel shy and embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” Gianni silently says. “I’ve caused you too much burden.” “It’s no problem,” the stranger wildly smiled. His smile makes Gianni’s heart throb faster than a fleeting flame. “You should regain back your strength,” the stranger continues feeding Gianni, “so that you can repay your debt with your life.” “With my life?” Gianni gulps and coughs. The revelation completely surprises him. “What do you mean?” “Your family disowned you. You have nowhere to go. You do not have any money on you nor any possessions to repay that service that I have done for you,” the stranger explains. “Thus, you shall pay back by serving as a butler." Gianni suddenly becomes the butler to the prince, who develops an interest towards the latter. How will their relationship blossom and unfold in spite of the challenges and rivals that rock their world?

"Where I'm I?" I asked myself as I looked around to see I could see any form of life around me. I began walking back, I tried to retrace my steps and go back to the pack, back to Orion, Elijah and Henry. I was a fool to let Liam's words get to me like that. I have heard of what other packs do wolves without packs, mostly females. The warriors at the pack gate had gotten a whiff of my scent; they howled to inform the others that there was an intruder. I kept running, I was so focused on escaping the fangs of my pursuers, that I failed to pay attention to my environment. I tripped on a rock and fell to the ground, I was terrified. The wolves were already over me, I was about to be killed. I heard another howl. The wolf was outnumbered three to one, but he managed to overpower the other three. I saw an opportunity to run and I did. “What is the problem? we would get killed if we stayed there a bit longer!" "Mate, don't let them kill mate." My wolf cried, I was a bit lost. I clearly know that my mate is Liam despite him rejecting me. As the wolves prepared to attack, we heard someone yell; "Enough!!!" The three wolves stopped dead on their tracks. I turned to see that it was a member of their pack, and it seemed that he was the beta of their pack. "Don't fight him, Never in my life would I have killed one of Orion Blackthorn's sons." The beta said as he transformed into a huge brown wolf. "Now, Liam Blackburn, let's dance." Did I just hear Liam? Why did he come to save me?”

"I...wish to die..." Her small voice came out in a quiver; her whole body trembled as she braved herself to look up, showing her green but dull eyes to be seen by the man stood towering her. She didn't dare to move a single finger, even breathing the same air as him suffocate her. For all the rumours she heard about him. Alpha Cillian, silently looked at her with his golden eyes. He didn't even change a slight expression on his handsome face, nor he throw a warning growl at her for had the guts to lock eyes with him. Alpha Cillian, famous for his cold and ruthless act. The Alpha of the biggest and powerful pack in the continent, Silver Moon. His hands coated in blood of criminals and innocent people. Such dangerous creature, will never be softer to anyone. Then why is it have to be different towards her even though she is his mate? Chloe, not the only living Omega in Rock Mountain Pack, but she was the one with the most miserable fate. When everything seemed to be luck and blessing for her to be saved by the Alpha and became his adopted daugther; after she lost her parents due to the rogues attack, years later, it was nothing but torture. Not a single time pass Chloe didn't resent herself for not being able to escape and flee to have a normal life just like how everyone looks happy with theirs. Just how the Moon Goddess seemed to hate her that much that She sent her a man that will only added the misery she's been going through? Or... will this Chloe chance to escape? Will he help her from her live and escape death or rather grant her wish to embrace the death sooner?