Tails Rouge Novels & Stories

I cant even help him! “It’s cool,right?”I noticed the man beside me having a big smile and being delighted with what he's witnessing.He is the one who Rouge competed with.He has this evil eye and he is like a demon especially his eyes that have the reflection of a fire. “R!Lets go!”Suddenly Raze dragged me away until I couldn't see the crowd. *** MINUTES LATER----- I assisted Rouge to come down the car.He has a lot of scratches,he also has a scratch on his face.This brothers of mine,so handsome but their face will just be broken because of what they're doing.Sometimes they will go home full of bruises in their faces.

We showed them their rooms and they joined the us in the ballroom. Kelly takes a seat on the platform in her dress. All the Alphas, Lunas, and Betas acknowledge her. I walk around making sure everyone has drinks, food and is comfortable. “Your Luna is most lovely,” Rouge leader Richard comments. “Im still un-mated, well technically. My mate rejected me, that is how I became a rouge. I’m a third son of an Alpha.” “Which pack?” I ask surprised. A smile comes across his face. “Lucky Desert, I’m Jorge’s Uncle by blood.”

One of the rouges muttered. "He is so fast, we won't be able to win," Another rouge said. "We are the one outnumbered, not him," The rouge who spoke out the first time said again. Roy rushed to them and grabbed one of them by the neck. He snapped off his neck and threw him against the others so they they fell to the ground.

“That was the invitation he needed, Micheal leading his hu dreads of pawns, surge toward us violently, I have no idea what we are going to do or how we are going to overcome such amount of rouges but I know want thing for sure, none of us is dying tonight, not while we are together, never! With that thought in mind, I waltzed forward with determination, dipping my teeth into the first rouge that came my way. Gliding and avoiding the overwhelming number of bastards coming for me. That is one thing with rouges, they are only violent and would never give up, not until the last one drop dead on the ground but they are not skilled fighters either. There is a reason they are referred to as rouges,

All Sigmas heads are shaved monthly to take away their beauty. “Come,” he held his hand out to me. As I took his hand, sparks shot through my entire body, and in that moment, I never wanted to let go. He led me outside. We were surrounded by woods. Many people surrounded the house. They were in deep discussion with each other. Along the outskirts of the small property, I could see tents set up, some merchant tents, others with couches and beds thrown in them. Rope lights hung from the trees and pathway lights lit up walking trails from one tent to the next. There was a huge firepit in the middle. It reminded me of a gypsy’s camp.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

, Jean Claude came up to her, still looking as handsome as the time she saw at the other party. " The bussy", she replied, a hint of laughter in her eyes. "Damn, she knows?", a guy, wearing a white t shirt with fitted black jeans, long ponytails with dyed red tip, came sauntering towards them laughing. "Juliet told her", Jean replied. "You're fucked, then. Fucked", he replied, then turned to Meghan. "I'm Monte Cristo by the way" Meghan smiled. "Meghan" "Meghan. Simple and fitting. Meghan", Monte said her name slowly, as if he was sampling it on his tongue.

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

Just tell me. Where's the fun in that? -R What does R stand for? I have a feeling you know, Indianna. -R Indianna took a deep breath and typed the 5 letters. Rogue. Greyson hides me from you, now you're going to hide me from him. -R It is you. You're Rogue? Yes, Indianna. And you aren't going to tell your stupid mate otherwise I'll make sure you never hear the word 'sugar' ever again. -R

Layla said while Ciara nodded. She stood up and headed towards the bridge. She turned to look back at the castle, she saw the witches looking at her and smiling sadly, she gave them a small smile and crossed the bridge. She felt like she was moving from one world to another. She met herself in the woods. Sniffing around to see catch maybe a scent or whiff of anything.... just anything. Then it caught something... Something that smells like rotten eggs – Rouge. She is also a rouge presently so she did not bother but then the feral wolf was not going to let her be. She turned to look at it. Its eyes were red and his mouth of dripping with saliva... Salivating his newly founded meal.