Rock N Rye Novels & Stories

Within twenty-four hours, Rocky had found one of the best that would be convenient for both him and her family. *************** It took Hayden two days by road to get to Detroit, where his brother coincidentally was. Rocky had given him a brief on his movements. Apparently he was indoors all day, only to come out at night, purchase dry gin from the closest brothel and return back to his house. Sometimes, he took women back with him. Rocky had been very specific about his preference. It was either brunettes or red-haired. It didn’t matter if it was fake or not—he was too drunk to tell anyway, but he would never go home with any other hair color than these two.

The fire from the smoke fogged three feet in front of me and cast a hue into the breeze. Shelly looped her arm through Neveah’s, smiled at me over her shoulder, and led us toward the opening of the barn. Rap music blasted, shaking the already busted windows. The entire bottom was covered in hay, some used it as seats, others were pressed into the corners. The second floor was dark, but pool tables were set up with glow-in-the-dark lights around the edge. “Shelly! Neveah! Cooper!” We were stopped in the entrance by a short blond who tossed herself at Neveah. “Jenny! It’s so good to see you,” Neveah squealed.

All I know is Ryne won’t take his eyes off of me. “Mierta. You look nice.” Ryne tells me without a smile. Oh no, he just tried to smile. It looked painfully beautiful. I smile as Kiera pushes me forward. “Thank you, Ryne, you look nice as well.” I tell him as I take him in. A black Henley shirt with a pair of dark jeans. Goddess, he looks good in anything. His head is freshly shaved low. Still enough for me to run my fingers through it and feel the soft fuzz. Then there is his perfectly trimmed mustache and cropped beard.

From the corner of my eye, I see Declan's face, and let me tell you he doesn't look the least bit pleased. Wesley sings to the radio all the while Declan holds a straight face, looking very annoyed. We drive for about five minutes and pull into a little diner called 'Joes'. It's right down the road from the school. I drive by this diner every day on my way home from school, but I have never actually eaten here before.

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

"I couldn't help but agree. Raven is a great Delta. I am certain he will be a great Alpha as well." Ayla placed the paper bags on the counter. She then sat on the chair in front of me. "So, have you met the other Alpha?" she asked, her chin now resting on her palms. "What can you say about their looks?" she asked while arching her brow. I laughed at her reaction. "Well, I met the Alpha of Moon Stone Pack and the Alpha from Xynmorth." Her eyes widened in delight. "So have you talked to them? What did you talk about?!"

“The hot bartender, whose name, by the way, is Dustin, poured you a double, 'mon amie'. One look in your direction and he absolutely knew you were going to need it.” “Kill me now, please…” she sighed looking at Paige like a whipped dog. Her friend smiled and squeezed her hand. “Maybe next week… if you ask again nicely…” Paige added. “For now, stop panicking over nothing and… bottoms up!” Navy took a drink and grimaced at the taste of the extra alcohol. She drank again, and this time the pink drink slid down her throat more easily. She wasn’t a big drinker, but with the strength of the drink, plus the two or three she’d had earlier, Navy started to feel her uneasiness and panic slip away. A w

Whatever is in that cup, it doesn't seem to faze him. I grind my teeth together to keep myself calm. "That's what this deal is all about. If it can really be classified as one." Rylan's eyes narrow. He's an Alpha who knows what he wants, and it will take a lot to sway him. There is no way he is going to agree to the idea I came up with when I first woke up. We are both as stubborn as each other, so I can assume there will be a lot of arguing in our future.

her voice was loud due to the music blasting in their ears, “You do like him!” “I don't, Mia, stop.” Tammie groaned, slightly dizzy. While they talked about everything else, a young man placed his hands on their table, his eyes roaming Tammie's petite face, “Hey, beautiful.” Tammie raised a brow, “Hey?” The young man sat next to them, leaning towards Tammie, “You look dazzling, my lady. I'm Ethan Grey.” he said, stretching his hands for a handshake. Mia stared at him, rolling her eyes in disgust, “Lame.” she breathed.

Echo held her hands up , in a motion to calm me “I think you should just calm the fuck down and think rationally about this” “Think rationally?” I scoffed “there is no rationality where Kain Griffin is involved” I let out a groan and clutched my head as a wave of pain rolled from the back of my head. I’ve definitely had too much to drink “God, I just want this to end” I let out in a defeated voice. The bartender came over, a bottle of vodka in his hand “Refill ladies?” I shook my head “No thanks, A glass of water would be nice”