Toni Rogers Novels & Stories

I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went. "Alpha of Freedom indeed," a soft, silky voice stated from directly behind me. I spin around, desperate to see who that beautiful voice belongs to, because it's definitely not Adrian. And as I turn, glancing over my shoulder, my eyes meet those silver ones again.

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

It was only reserved for people like her, beautiful, smart, confident and with the ability to make me laugh. “Just after we kick Rogers out of our life. Why are you sitting here all dour when beautiful ladies are trooping in?” She asked me and I chuckled, maybe because I wanted just one and I hadn’t seen her tonight. I smiled at her, leaning in closer. “I am only interested in one beautiful lady and she is standing in front of me,” “Wow wow wow, watch how you talk to her. She is mine and mine alone,” Rogers announced as he joined us, bearing drinks. He handed one to his wife and he slipped his hands under her arm, holding her waist.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

Meanwhile, Mom, Craig, and his mom gave them the evil eye. I was a bit afraid of the way they were looking at them if I knew my mom well, is that she always likes to get her way. One way or another, but she will not quit until she does. She's dangerous, especially when it's the three of them together. I just know they're planning on something. "Sammy, Sammy, play with me!" Roger's son, Petey runs to me, wrapping his hands around my hips. He was only five years old and so energetic. I love having him over and playing with him.

taking a deep breath I raised my voice making sure I was audible. “From here on out, I, Noella Cindy James, am your queen. This city was labelled unwanted because of our forced status of being rogue. but here me now, that will no longer be. the unwanted city will no longer be unwanted anymore, oh dear no, we are going to form a pack, much more powerful than the packs that disowned and abandoned us for no reason. This pack will become a kingdom and will be ruled under me. The queen of Rogues. Everywhere we go, we will be feared, they will bow down to our feet, they will respect us. We will take over those packs that seem beneficial to us, we will be ruthless, we will be bloodthirsty. We will

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Same with weed- we’ll get high, but a few hits only lasts for twenty minutes or so, for a longer high you’d have to smoke more initially or keep smoking to maintain it. “Can I turn on some tunes?” Serena asks, though she’s already leaning forward to press the button on the radio. “Sure,” I reply, right as she turns it on and ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie starts playing through the sound system. She shimmies her shoulders, dancing a little bit in the passenger seat, and despite how irritated I am about catching her smoking a J with Chase, I can’t help but smile as I watch her. “I, I will be king,” she sings along with Bowie, swishing her hair back and forth. She turns to me, pointing dramatically.

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per