Rouge Novel Novels & Stories

I don’t know who that man is but I am very sure he spells trouble for me; I have only been here two years and not eager to leave yet. The werewolf laws states that any wolf without a pack to belong to is a rogue, and being a rogue is a bad thing. It’s like labelling the words ‘outcast’ on your forehead, everyone avoids rogues. Most of them are banished pack members sent away for doing bad things. I have tried not to think about it, but I cannot shake the dismay that I am now a rogue, running from my past. It tore me to shreds when I first got here but I soon learned to live without family you can depend on.

POV: GUS I sit in the back of the car, windows rolled down a crack, the evening breeze brushing past like it wants to warn me, but I’m not listening. I never listen to warnings. Not anymore. I see the city spread below me, every street, every house, every light a piece I can move, and I feel that old familiar rush, the one that makes my pulse quicken and my stomach tighten at the same time. Control. That’s the word. I want control, not chaos, and tonight, the pieces are moving exactly the way I planned.

Nicoles POV I can't fucking believe this, it's all too much. I should have known better than to sleep with him, yet it felt so right. I run until I can't anymore, out of breath, I find a spot under some brush to try and keep out of the rain. Again, I'm hiding, only this time I care for him and it sounds ridiculous as I met him only mere hours ago. Hearing a twig break, I hold my breath, it's still raining so hopefully whoever is out there doesn't pick my scent up. The thought still freaks me out but it is what it is. Some minutes pass by, I peak around the bush and see nothing. Whew, it must have been a passerby. "Got you girl", my eyes widen at the fear of a man I do not recognize. Grabbing

It was the same building but each page illustrated a addition of some sort. We spread out looking for anything useful. I tried making sense of the blueprints but couldn’t understand most of it. For the first time I reached out for Aiden, he knew more about this than I did and I now regretted not paying attention when he had plans drawn up for the ski lodge. Nicolas found his way to one of the many bookcases. Running his hands over the rows he shuttered. “Are all these books made of skin?” He asked. “I wouldn’t doubt it.” I replied.

Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on. I rarely read romance novels. When I looked at the synopsis, the plot seemed promising.