Rocky Horror Janet Novels & Stories

She didn’t know who Beatrice was but she knew that she was about to steal a baby from the nursery. “Sorry, I was wondering if you could point me in the way of the nursery. It’s my first day here.” Janet said to an old woman, she was wearing a Janitor’s uniform and pushing a mop bucket. She looked up at her slowly, Janet assumed that she was not used to people talking to her but it turned out she was the one that didn’tlike talking to people. “Figure it out yourself, Beatrice!” She answered maliciously and pushed the bucket past her.

The cave’s entrance was soon filled with dark shapes, powerful figures emerging from the shadows. I clenched my fists, ready for battle. “They think they can take us down easily. They don’t know what we’re capable of.” Janet, now in her wolf form, stood beside me, fierce and ready. Her eyes locked onto mine, conveying a silent message: we had each other’s backs. Together, we could face anything. “Adrian!” she growled, her voice low and steady. “Stay focused. We’ve trained for this moment. Trust your instincts.”

She never thought a day would come when her parent will exchange her for money, to marry a man she knows nothing about and has no feelings for; such a tragedy. Few minutes later Janette found herself at Sol’s door. She raped at the door and the door fleet open after a few knocks. A shirtless Sol appeared at the door with one of his sly grin but quickly sober up seeing Janette’s swollen eyes. “Jan, are you alright?” He asked with a flutter of concern and ushered her into the house. Janette opened her mouth to speak but decided on the latter. Fresh tears run down her cheeks; surprised, Sol moved closer to her and held her face in his hands, staring at her with great concern.

Lucas stood by the window, arms crossed tightly, his eyes red-rimmed and distant. Now the hallway was quieter, dimmer. Only the hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint chatter from the hallway filled the silence. Then the door burst open. Everyone’s head turned sharply. Janet walked in. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smudged, and she had a small bandage on her arm but her expression, oh, her expression, was what made my blood boil. She looked… fragile. She looked like she had been crying. She was such a hypocrite.

Knock. The sound of the front door being struck sent a jolt of electricity through me. I bolted out of the bedroom, away from the dancing shadow and the repetitive voice. I ran to the foyer, my hands shaking so violently I could barely work the deadbolt. I peered through the peephole. It was Julian. He was wearing his charcoal overcoat, his hair slightly damp from the rain, looking tired but undeniably him. I threw the door open, nearly collapsing into his arms.

Janet had seen something out the window and moved quickly to the kitchen and stood near the door to the garage. He walked into the house wearing athletic shorts, that's it. Les gasped and squeezed my hand. As the door shut behind him, Janet slid the robe off her shoulders, showing her perfect round ass and those big round tits, and knelt in front of him. Her long fingers slid into the waistband of his shorts, pulled the band out and down, releasing his already hard cock. Janet gripped the base of his cock with her right hand, opened her mouth, and took all of him in, using her left hand to hold his ass. He leaned his head back and you knew he was moaning. His hands filled with my wife's hair

I gagged, turning my head sharply away as bile filled my throat and I dry heaved some more, despite my best effort not to. Part of Janet’s skull was broken and sunken in the most unnatural way, with the skin torn and jagged. There was no way on earth anyone should survive something like this, or at least I thought so. But yet, she was breathing, although her breathing was shallow, uneven, and wet in a way that caused the lump in my throat to thicken. “Oh, God … Janet …” I whispered brokenly. She tried to talk, but made only a wet, sucking sound in reply. Tears blurred my vision.

"Aren't you scared I can take you right here? Like right now? You really want to try me? Do you really want me to show you the man I am?" Janet just looked at me, speechless for some seconds. Without thinking, I planted a kiss on her lips. She didn't fight back. She was shaking as if she was scared. The hard-to-get Janet was gone, and she seemed so soft. I could feel how her body was responding as I pressed mine against her. For a moment she was at peace, seeing her like this only made me take her from here. But then Janet regained herself and pushed me aside. "Get yourself off me! What exactly do you want from me?" Her eyes were watery like if she was about to cry. Was she scared of what I

“And I suppose that could be true, although it seems to me you could say just as easily that they’re worthless because they revel in exploiting human depravity. Have you seen many of these films, Detective? They’re not only violent, they’re sadistic. Nothing but a parade of bodies being destroyed in every imaginable way. And they’re mostly women’s bodies. You don’t need to be a psychologist to see that they seem more like sick power fantasies than— I don’t know what you’d call it.” “Catharsis?” I offered. She softened a little more, and allowed another wry smile. “You really have been talking to James.” I smiled back. “Then I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not planning on going to James’

"I am not a fool Dee, stop treating me like one. I couldn't make much sense of what the both of you were arguing about. But when I thought about it, how you have been ignoring and avoiding me. How you were always too busy to hang out. The way you always end the call half way almost all the time. I already knew there was a big reason behind what Tokunbo said. But what I don't know is what it was. I added everything together and came to the conclusion that perhaps you were the one that got me kidnapped. However I still couldn't believe it. *Janet chuckled sadly* I was still a fool afterall. I was feeling terrible that I even thought that you could be the one. Whatever it was you were arguing a