Rough Novels & Stories

In the middle of the commotion, the destiny of the pack hung in the balance, and the climatic fight between loyalty and treachery was about to commence. As the pack members whirled in wrath and bewilderment, Gabriel Rivers, his once-authoritative manner now replaced by a desperate ferocity, made a startling and risky move. He pounced towards Ethan, hoping to seize the proof from his hand. The two werewolves struggled, their growls and snarls piercing through the commotion of the pack.

She hurried through the process of wrapping the body, making sure the head was indeed in there, she had made that mistake before, and proceeded to carry it to her waiting pick up truck. The pick-up truck was a rugged, utilitarian vehicle, designed to tackle any terrain and withstand any challenge. Its body was made of sturdy metal, with a raised suspension and oversized tires that made it ideal for off-road adventures. The paint job was a faded shade of blue, with rust spots and dents scattered across its surface like battle scars. Basically it was the perfect vehicle in which to not attract notice. Jumping into the drivers seat after depositing her cargo in t

Tiny shards tinked like distant rain. “WHAT THE HACKKKK…” The sound tore out of him, long and rough. Veins rose on his forehead, slow and swollen. His face flushed, heat spreading across his cheeks. His jaw locked. His fists thickened as if carved from stone. Rage unfurled in him, slow and animal.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the quiet glass castle like a sudden clap of thunder. Maren pulled her hand back while her fingers burned from the fierce impact against his hard jaw. Gideon did not blink or turn his head away from the strike. He accepted the physical blow with a chilling stillness that made her racing heart skip a vital beat. The tall billionaire stood his ground and absorbed her fury without displaying a single ounce of retaliation. A faint red mark bloomed across his tanned skin to mirror the intense violence of her fractured emotions.

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" Ooh. He should have sent someone else to come pick us. You know since you're his manager." " He doesn't trust people easily." Jonah says. He should be around thirty and he's not that bad. Rough build and pretty good looking. He's got tattoos on his hands. I can see the tattoos peeking out from underneath his jacket sleeves. I sigh and nod. " What are these fights like?" Roxie asks from the back. " Bloody." Jonah says at once. " Damn. I can't imagine getting hurt for money. That's so hard." Roxie mutters.

I can see that he's frustrated but I don't understand the reason behind it. "OF COURSE I HAVE TO!" His voice is higher than ever. I bet the neighbors can hear him from across the room but this guy seems to not have any slightest care that he might be disturbing other people because of his high pitched voice. And I can't help but to laugh incredulously. This man is unbelievable. He's all over the place, with no points at all!

Brian was being ignored and that was making him more grumpy and annoyed. “You swine, you dog, untie my hands, you pig and then I will tell you. You bastard attacked me from behind like a coward. Release me and face me like a man and then I will show you what it cost to mess with me” Brian was letting his frustration out on his abductor when he was forcing Brian out of the car.

Ara tried to train her unfocussed eyes on him. "I am gonna rut you with my cock," 'Please, please be gentle," she pleaded hoarsely. "Gentle is forgettable, Sweetheart. I want you to remember this night till your last breath," He smirked at her before pushing his cock inside her in one quick thrust, tearing her hymen bloody. Ara's eyes went round and a scream escaped her mouth before she propelled her upper body up. It hurt like hell. He grabbed her hands with his own and laced his fingers through them, pinning them to the mattress. He breathed a grunt as he felt her warmth swallowing his cock. This was the first time he was welcomed so warmly. A sense of eupho

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.