Rouge Novel Novels & Stories

He smiled, and I felt the burn of the bright blush creeping over my cheeks. “I’m afraid I’m pretty boring.” I shrugged. “I’m nothing like your mother. I wish I was, but if that is what the pack was hoping for, they are going to be disappointed.” He tensed up beside me, but I continued when he kept quiet. “I love to read. Nothing major. Just normal romance novels.” “You do realize that those novels just give you ladies high hopes about real romance.” He frowned, making me laugh. “I know, but a girl can dream, can’t she? Besides, just look at your parents and how their story played out. Isn’t that the perfect example of a novel romance?” I tilted my head to one side and Liam smiled.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

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.”

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.

Lena walks in, tablet in hand, eyes bright in that way that means she has been digging. “We mapped it,” she says. “Where he has been moving.” I take the tablet and scroll. Streets. Cafes. Parking garages. Places with too much light and too many people. “He is threading needles,” I say. “Smart.” “He is staying near blind spots,” Lena says. “Old buildings. Areas with bad signal. Places where magic and tech both glitch.” I feel that spark in my chest now. That sharp joy that comes before blood. “He thinks he is clever,” I say.

Cute. Standing up, finding my clothes, she's really quiet. I'm starting to get nervous as I think I've messed up. The mate bond isn't something that we can control. I should have spoken about this with her first. Shit, I ripped all her clothes. I turn around and give her my shirt. "Thanks" she mutters. Luckily it was oversized on her and covered all her bits. Taking a deep breath and preparing myself for this conversation, I sit down next to her. "Let's talk". I can't read the look on her face, "I've never done something like this before." She says in a shy manner. The little time I've known Nicole, she's confident, classy, this new side to her is interesting. No matter what I say, I have to

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.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over. 4. Don't forget to leave a book review! 5. I’m also working on a book called Alpha Ivan’s Rogue Mate. Here is the synopsis: Nova was given away to a rogue leader when she was just seven years old by her father. She was rescued by the pack again when she was 16 and placed back in the care of her father. Ever since then, she’s been hustling to get enough money to get away from her father who literally traded her away and the pack that abandoned her back in his care. That is until she finds her mate: Alpha Ivan. She hates him immediately, seeing him only as someone who is going to tie her to the pack that she so de