Voice Of Knuckles Novels & Stories

Rose’s POV “Who is this?” a male voice said on the other end of the phone, and sounded pissed off. “Brother, it’s good to hear your voice again,” Knives grinned, and instantly there was a huge shout on the other end of the line. “Knives! You mother fucker!” he exclaimed, and there were several other voices that joined in on the celebration. Which made a shiver of fear trickle down my spine. Great! His club loved him, and they were going to blame me for his kidnapping. Something told me that the punishment for this was going to hurt!

Knuckles turned to see his brother taking the infant and leading the little girl away. “Well, fuck me.” Knuckles murmured. “Soon. When the stones sing.” Chuckling, he kissed her temple. “Not what I meant, babe.”

I watched the smirk fall from one of the brother’s faces, but another guy called Knuckles had the guts to stare me down. “Who believes this crap? She’s a wolf-hybrid, can’t you smell it?” Knuckles spat with contempt. In a split-second reaction, I lunged forward and swung a punch at his jaw. I must have made that fucker see stars because his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, then I hauled him upright by his vest, bringing us nose to nose. “You wanna say that again? Go on, I dare you?” I goaded, hoping he would repeat it.

] I scrolled through the chat logs from top to bottom. More than a hundred messages. Not one person defended me. Not even Howard. He was right there in the chat, silent as a ghost. I dropped my phone and just sat on the edge of my bed, lost in thought for ages. Then, I called my mom. "Mom, I need to talk to you about something." I went over what happened yesterday. There was a long pause on the other end. "She wanted you to mortgage the house for 150,000 dollars?" "Yeah."

“Get up,” I whispered. “Please get up, Misha.” Knuckles raised his arms and roared like a beast crowned king. He turned his back to Misha, laughing, soaking up the praise from his bloodthirsty audience. “You fucking see that?!” he shouted. “See who fucking win?! Me! That's me!” “Knock him out for good, Knuckles!” someone bellowed. “Break his fuckin’ neck!” I no longer cared how obvious my panic was. Please, get up, Misha. Get up right now.