The Roughest Draft Novels & Stories

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at

“I’m just some roughneck from the wrong side of the track.” She closed her eyes. “I’d gladly go with you to any side of the track. I’m not too good for you Rage Cohen. You just need a little light for your future, and I hope you see it now, because I always have.”

he went on, straightening up, “like I said, my board are my backbone. So I’m going to get their opinions on this. What do you all think?” The room went quiet for a moment before a man in a dark grey suit spoke up first. “With all due respect, sir,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “the draft is promising, yes. But this isn’t a fully structured proposal. It’s too raw to predict any long-term return.” Another man, older, maybe in his fifties said, “I agree. It’s too early to say this is investment-worthy. But… the idea itself isn’t bad. It has the potential to catch attention in the market if handled right.”

Or close enough to mine to make a judge pause before refusing it. I stepped closer. No flourish added. No foolish dramatic imitation. Just my usual fast slant, the clipped tail on the Y, the small upward turn at the end of Morel when I signed in haste. A careful fake is always more insulting than a clumsy one. Renaud came away from the window. “How many versions?” he asked. Julien clicked through the directory. “Three full drafts. Two scanned. One finalized packet prepared for filing. Time stamps from two nights ago.”

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

He asked through the text "Terrible. Your team just robbed us again. That number seven is the most arrogant player I have ever watched in my life, he plays like the rules were written specifically around him and it is disgusting." I hit send and walked straight into someone since I wasn't looking straight. My phone flew out of my hand and cracked against the pavement and I stood there staring at it for a full second before crouching to pick it up, muttering the whole time because the screen protector had a new split and this was the second time this month. "Watch where you're going," the person said, already walking away, and I opened my mouth to respond but they were already gone so I just

As a result, the video was trending by the time I woke up the next day—"Shocking Leak: Revelation Corp Caught Ruthlessly Exploiting Workers in Bombshell Video!" The atmosphere in the company was so tense that one could cut it with a knife. Connor was hopping mad and had called for an emergency meeting.

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

"He went straight to a corrupt judge on his payroll and filed a sealed petition to bypass the grace period we secured." Maren gripped the metal casing as the words on the screen solidified into a horrifying reality. The document outlined a brutal character assassination, claiming she was unstable and destitute while living a fraudulent lifestyle. "He is petitioning the family court for an emergency injunction declaring me an unfit guardian," she gasped as the air vanished from her lungs.

"The rough is what lasts. It's the part they couldn't change." With the layout approved and the foundation set Elena knew the next day would bring the drafting of Chapter One. There were no ghosts in the archives, no more contracts to outrun and no more pseudonyms to hide behind. The raw material was finally in her hands. She had all the time she needed to shape it.