Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar Novels & Stories

It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour. The bar scene was dead - it wasn't even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn't available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra's place as Brooke bitched endlessly.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

She had no idea how long she’d been staring into the void like an abandoned cat at a party. Then the DJ took over. The lights dimmed, neon strips came to life, and the music switched to a dance beat. Guests started flocking to the dance floor, while she scanned the area again. Where is Baron? Did he see me? Is he coming? She hoped he would. Curious, she looked up and squinted at the colorful concoction. “What is that?” The bartender smiled knowingly. “We call it Melon Sangria,” she explained, carefully pouring a generous portion into a mason jar. “It’s our house special—fresh, fruity, and just a little dangerous.”

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

The first place I headed was to the bartender, I knew it was going to take a lot to get through this night, and I needed all the help I could get. “Would you like a Lauren Lemon Drop or a Todd Tequila Shot?” “Are the only two things on the menu?” I asked. I shouldn’t be surprised that they had signature drinks named after themselves. The bartender gave me a sympathetic smile, “Or we have the Marry Me Margarita.” This was going to be a very long night. “A margarita then…” I walked away with my margarita in hand and joined a small group of people surrounding the life-size ice sculpture of Lauren and Todd.

My shoulders sag; ache drips through me again like slow tar. Alcohol. I need something stronger than remorse. I stalk to Yemaya’s prized bar cart—gold-framed, usually groaning with bottles she snaffles from grateful clients. Tonight: a sad quarter-bottle of Whispering Angel rosé hiding behind pickled olives and an ancient bottle of Angostura bitters. “Seriously?” I mutter, rattling shelves as though booze might magically respawn. Cupboards: nothing. Fridge: tonic water and kale. The universe is mocking me.

The atmosphere was more casual than I always expected, which was nice. Le Bar Botaniste offers an extensive menu of exclusive cocktail creations inspired by Roland's expeditions around Europe and Asia as well as a selection of gourmet t***s. I ordered a hard cocktail to make my night less stressful. I just needed to freshen up my mind because Byron and Anastasia keep interrupting my inner peace. I always hate Byron as much as I hate her wicked mother. I don't give a chance to someone who almost destroyed the hard work of my Dad's reputation.

The same people who own Sunset Tavern own Sunset Marina, which is the only place to rent jet skis and boats from if you want to take one out on the lake. Locals to Silver Ridge don’t typically go to Sunset Tavern. The food is on the expensive side for what it is, and the owners have gotten a bit snooty over the years. It’s a shame, really, because the rooftop bar has an amazing view of the lake, and it can be entertaining to sit up there and watch boaters go by. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” “Did you walk here?” Sam asks. “I did, and I’m guessing you didn’t. Where are you parked?”

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!