The Day After Roswell Novels & Stories

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

- Friday Afternoon, July 25 Rose was lounging naked, immersed in the sheets and pillows where her father David and her adopted mother Ann had repeatedly and passionately reaffirming their love, finally parting for they daytime tasks just hours ago. In that setting, enveloped with the subtle scents held by the sheets, it was very easy for Rose to lose herself in some very erotic thoughts of her own.

Sparkly hoyboy: Is he bouncing on the bed or is he bouncing on you?;) Grumpy Sexy: Next time I see you, I will throw you inside of a trashcan. Sparkly hotboy: I'm hurt! Grumpy Sexy: No one cares DarthVader: TOMORROW! WE'RE GONNA GO TO ALDERTREE'S HOUSE AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE THE TRIPLE DATE AFTER. I'M SO EXCITED. WE'LL HAVE MY DREAM TRIPLE DATE AND I'LL BE A DETECTIVE TOMORROW. YASS!

Well, all that was ages ago because everyone knows that the woman has taking a liking for Venom and seems to no longer have a problem being with him. "The date of the robbery has finally been set on the 22nd." Venom announced, staring at a smiling Roselyn. He bent his head and kissed her fully on the lip. "That's Monday. The day after tomorrow." Joshua stated with an arch of his brow.

… 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly. I tapped on it and saw a barrage of intimate photos of Jocelyn and Dylan. They included the entire ceremony, their honeymoon, and everyday photos of them. There was also a disgusting message attached. "Thank you for giving us your blessing, Mel. Dylan rushed over to your place the moment he got off the plane, and I didn't have time to develop these photos for him. I'll have to trouble you to do it on my behalf." I was flummoxed. Was she crazy? Was I just part of some kind of weird game they were playing?

It's time we go on an actual date. Me You didn't even ask me out, you jerk! Ramon 7:00pm. Wear a nice dress. Me I won't go with you anywhere! You can go with Marisa! Ramon Bye darling. 😉 I swear I won't go anywhere with him! I almost got myself killed last night. I can't put myself through that again! And, can you imagine? The jerk didn't even ask me out on a date? He's just like... It's about time we go on an actual date. Really?

“Shut the hell up. You can’t do nothing, weirdo.” The confrontation died down quickly when the manager, a rotund, bald-headed man, came around. Grant left with the order, mumbling about Jason staring at the wall like a weirdo. Jason was still fuming but he managed to keep working like a robot until the sun was completely swallowed by the horizon.

After that, I finally had a few days of peace. The energy of the full moon gradually faded, and the werewolves in the tribe also returned to human form. The air was filled with a faint smell of wolf and the aroma of herbs. But one noon, the maid suddenly handed me a letter, and her ears trembled slightly, like an alert wolf. "Luna Harper, here is your letter." I opened it in confusion, but found that it was written by Jonah. There was still a trace of werewolf on the letter paper, with the unique smell of Jonah's silver-gray hair.

He turned slightly around, his hands digging into his pockets while I watched him keenly, awaiting his next move and words. “Rosa will give you something,” I stared at his back, silently refraining myself from interrupting him. “Make sure you take it.” So, was it something digestible or what? My curiosity piqued. “What’s that?” “Morning after-pills,” he said without hesitation, turning back to hold my inquisitive gaze. “After what we had… last night,” he sounded so awkward and embarrassed saying that. “I wouldn’t want anything to… happen. And I’m sure you don’t like the idea as well.”

The next two days have been normal for Rossie. Her friends were picking her up and when she gets off, they give her a ride too. It's funny because, after her last encounter with Jake, he finally didn't show up the next day. Peace for her. But it became a habit of her to look at the spot where Jake was and she closes her eyes, frustrated with herself.