Rogue Spirits Sunset Bar Novels & Stories

I gestured for the waiter standing in the corner to come. He approached with a huge smile and asked what can he get us. " One salted caramel milkshake for her and an americano for me please." Amya smiled at me and said, " It's like a restaurant inside your mansion." I chuckled at her innocent comment. " It is, yes." I said nonchalantly and Amya's jaw dropped in amazement.

That bond, connecting our very souls, was still there, still pulsing with his love for me, no matter how much he had tainted it. Just then, Alaric's eyes went distant. The tell-tale sign of a mind link. A few seconds later, a look of frustration crossed his face. "What's wrong?" My gut told me it was Rowena, but I asked anyway. "Something urgent came up with the pack." Alaric gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Rogues are causing trouble on the southern border. I have to go deal with it. I might not be back tonight."

He says. "So you brought me here to drink, is that it? She turned to him. "No, they don't just serve alcohol here, it's great here at night time". He smirked. "Oh, really now," she replied sarcastically. "The KEE Sky Lounge rooftop bar has been popular for years, but it got a significant facelift, and it sure looks good. The rooftop bar invites you to the sun deck of a luxury cruiser, one of the best places in Ohio to enjoy a sunset with a cocktail and great music." He explained.

Not long after I left Dawson Corporation, Shane Dawson sent me an address and a photo of our wedding venue: a Spanish castle named Castillo de Sol. The picture showed the castle’s facade consisting of ivory limestone walls and a blazing golden dome, luxury carved into every line. Right in the center of the shot stood Tania Collins, her curls tumbling over her shoulders, a crimson gown hugging her figure. My fingers hovered over her radiant smile for two long seconds. The absurdity sank in like ice.

The atmosphere is buzzing with conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses, and according to what I know about the bar, I can testify that this is a place where creativity meets craftsmanship in every cocktail served. Spirit mixology is famous for both its variety and creativity, so I can rest assured that staying in a place like this and flirting with a few ladies will create an awareness in the citizens of Orion that although I am engaged already and have almost gotten to the age of 25 which fulfills two of the requirements on my late fathers will, I still remain, Asher Harrington, the official bad boy and playboy of the Harrington family who has no intentions in protecting his reputation

The open area bar catered a wide-range of drinks, from mojito to margarita, cosmopolitan to old-fashioned, and so on and so forth. Majority of the customers were around our age, who were hanging out at twilight. It’s livelier this time compared earlier, as most of the tourists from their hibernation, enjoyed the beach’s night life rather than the afternoon bash. Liam, Marco, Nica, Evans, and I were binge-drinking at the bar’s VIP lounge, which is a rooftop deck that’s only reserved for us and some gigantic names I haven’t heard of. We never saw Jake the whole afternoon, which never bothered us a lot because there’s always a guard overseeing him in a safe distance.

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

Most rogues that I fought as a warrior wreaked, which also meant they had been rogues so long they were losing their minds. At least with a scent as mild as this one, I wasn’t worried about running into any crazed wolves. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I slowly approached the large wrap around porch. It had a swing and several chairs in the front section, and I’m sure there was more around the side, but everyone had moved inside to follow Silas.

As they settled into the booth, the dim lighting created an intimate ambiance. A server approached with a mischievous grin, ready to take their drink orders. Madison scanned the menu, her eyes widening at the extensive list of creative concoctions. Krystal, never one to shy away from adventure, whispered excitedly, "Let's try their signature cocktail, the Midnight Mischief!" Their drinks arrived with flair, adorned with sparklers and colorful garnishes. They clinked their glasses together, raising a toast to friendship, memories, and the adventures that awaited them tonight.

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”