Tails Rouge Novels & Stories

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

Send your brother, it is time he did his share’ Rouge nodded her agreement, she was confused by her reaction to the handsome stranger, her Grandmother was right, she needed to stay away and get herself under control. Alexandre was furious when he saw the teenage boy cycling down the path to the cottage, it was clear he was Rouge’s brother with his shock of golden curls. He watched him as he entered the cottage whistling happily as he went about his chores, ‘You do not get away that easily little Mate’

Ingrid explained, and suddenly everything made sense to Tessa about why a Rogue suddenly appeared with a connection to Blue Ridge. Before Tessa could confirm her assumptions, the prison door creaked open in the distance. Over the muskiness of the cell, Tessa immediately recognized the scents of Cadence and Zander, but it was the foreign scent of the Rogue that was throwing her off. Tessa closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply through her nose. Normally, a Rogue had an unmistakable scent of decay and death, but even with the scent of disease in the air, a warm breeze surrounded Tessa with a familiar scent of fresh honey mixed with a hint of earl gray tea.

He's one of them- a rogue. I then looked at him by the eye, those deep eyes that are deeper than the ocean that's as if telling me something. My eyes never left his for I seem to be magnetized by his stares and I just want the sensation that it's giving me. I'm getting addicted to this sensation to the point that my eyes can't leave his. His eyes are two-colored. Grey and green. It is the only eyes that managed to catch my attention somehow and now I'm drowning in them but I still want to explore more of how far his eyes can bring me and how magical they can be.

he said. I walked straight to where my sit was and sat down. “We were able to tow the car, sir.” I didn’t say anything, instead helped myself with the cup of tea before me. I took a sip, looking straight off. “We came upon some furs.” When he said that, I gazed sat him. Now, that was something of note. He went for the stool which stood at the corner he had been. There was a box atop it. He lifted it and presented it to me. I gave him a go-ahead for him to open it. There, I saw it. The tuft of fur. Its silver colour couldn’t be mistaken. It belonged to the guy that had accosted me.

The man is always snapping at someone. Harold smirks at him in reply before turning to Lydia, “What pack did you come from?” “What part of not your concern do you not understand?” Gray tells him. “Besides you should not be asking that kind of question,” Ray speaks up. “What, is it touchy topic for rogues or something?” Harold asks. “Are you not a rogue?” Lydia asks. Harold laughs, “Me, no I’m just really good friends with this asshole. I guess you can call me a rogue supporter or a rogue by association.”

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.