ROSE Rum's not here— it's already one in the morning—he's usually here by midnight—or slightly after—where's he? Did he finally get sick of my tantrums? He's decided to cut me loose. Phone. Messages. My fingers were shaking as they moved across the screen. Blood was rushing the messaging app to come up quick. Please. Please don't fire me. Please, let there be no text from Dan. Thank God. Nothing from him. None from Michael. Nor Rum. I finally exhaled. I could feel my body again. I returned to staring at the window—the opening that has become Rum's personal door to my room. Is he not coming tonight? He must still be mad. But so am I! Why did he bring up Goldie Sparks? Did he think it would appease me? No, it won't! I'll keep thinking about them, whether they're holding hands, kissing, or worse, rolling about naked in bed—. Jesus Christ…. Get a grip of yourself, Rose! Didn't Rum made a pact with you? As long as you don't sleep with any other guy, he won't sleep with that
ROSE He looked at me like I’ve got a point so my confidence shot up. I leaned forward, my face coming to an inch from his, and I said, ‘It’s brilliant, right?’ Then, I felt two large warm palms just above each of my knees. I looked down—. ‘Don’t.’ He breathed. ‘Don’t look away from me.’ Something in his voice tugged at me. I jerked up my face and his eyes held mine when he whispered, ‘We’ll do it. But with one condition.’ I could almost guess what it was. ‘You can’t be alone with Ambrose.’ He searched my face for a hint of betrayal. I’m sure he’d find none. How do I make him believe it without breaking the contract? And of all people—werewolves included—why Ambrose? Why didn’t he think that I might actually fall for him? Right. Because he doesn't want me to fall for him. This is so messed up. I sighed and began my impromptu explanation, ‘Whenever I’m alone with Ambrose—.’ ‘Fuck.’ He turned away. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’ I grabbed his face and pressed my forehea
ELENA The door to our bedroom opens and he strides through in his princely way. Despite being an elder now, he’s still the same werewolf he was when I first met him in the woods. The only difference is his smiles were gone. In their place, a frown of disapproval. He’s still angry with me—with me and Kris, to be exact—for letting Keithen go. ‘How did it go tonight?’ I ask, mustering the smile of sugar, spice and everything nice. ‘Did it work?’ He moves past me towards the bathroom, not a word. I know he’s ignoring me; he couldn’t bring himself to yell at me so he resorts to this manner of expression. Which I find ridiculous because he’s getting hurt in the process. ‘Ellis.’ I hurry closer. ‘Please. Are you not going to talk to me forever? Say something. Anything. I know you’re angry. Vent it on me; I deserve it—-.’ He spun around, those handsome eyes that were always soft when they looked at me are now cold and stern. ‘You know I love you more than you do….’ He moves forw
RUM ‘You’re shitting me.’ I heard my voice in a low growl. These elders were not done testing my patience. I came here for the seventh near-death experience—and some enlightenment for them (it’s really not that hard to accept one’s stupidity)—and they continue to shit on me. ‘Now you want me to scour the human world for dark whims.’ Laughter exploded from me. ‘Oh Jesus….’ I looked away from my mother’s squint of puzzlement. ‘JESUS CHRIST!’ ‘Who’s that?’ My mother whispered to Elena, who signalled back that she would explain later. ‘It’s your duty—.’ As soon as Magnus began, Ellis flashed a palm to interject. ‘It’s our request.’ The Alpha of poise and irritation stepped forward with a pleading face. ‘To our beloved leader—.’ ‘Oh no….’ I shuffled back, shaking my head profusely. ‘You’re not guilt tripping me. Goddamn it!’ ‘Ah, so that’s what it’s called.’ Ellis tapped a finger to his chin in ponderment. To his mate’s hiss of reminder, he smiled politely and said, ‘I’m s
ROSE Tonight, V Club, the largest one in the U.R.T. It closed down for a long time and reopened under new management. Rumour has it that it was closed down because the old owner was caught for selling drugs at the establishment. Personally, after witnessing one of Rum’s parties, I’m not surprised to find drugs there. New management or not, drugs will be drugs. There’ll always be a demand for it. Sometimes, it’s better to escape from reality. ‘Good evening, Mr. Rum.’ A guy as huge as M.Biggy, with a serious face half-covered by shades and a grim line of mouth, stepped aside to show us an oak door. Jesus…this guy has private access to everything. Rum halted right in front of the bouncer, whispered something into his ear, and the latter gave a serious nod before slipping back in front of the door. A strong grip came around my wrist and I was yanked through the slit between doors. As soon as we entered the cool, silent hall, Rum seemed to know where we’re going and pulled me i
AMBROSE ‘Ha!’ The shrieks of pleasure sparked the cold air of the dark bedroom. ‘Ha!... R-Rum!’ ‘Here?’ Ambrose thrust his hip with all the might of his grunt, and the female moaned a loud, high pitch. ‘Yes!’ Those slim fingers gripped harder the edge of the vanity table. In the mirror, her face strained with intense bliss and a greater desire for more. ‘More, Rum… more!’ Ambrose reached forward for that sharp chin and grabbed it to yank it up, so that those two beautiful globes of flesh and pink buds appeared in the same reflection as her reddened face. He shoved forward and growled, ‘V Club?’ ‘Mmph!’ Her eyes struggled to open. ‘R-Rum… please… don’t stop…’ Ambrose pinched the left peak of her breasts as he sucked the skin below her earlobe. Another piercing scream jabbed the air. ‘Tell me more….’ The female Goldie Sparks whimpered reluctantly. ‘Y-You mean… the model you said who saw us…at V Club…and told you? I don’t know who he is…please Rum…’ ‘Work harder, Miss Spa
ROSE Now, get lost. I stared at the marble tiles of the lobby of the B.A.D. building as the words kept looping in my head. Just like that, I’m fired again. Did I hear it wrong? Am I fired for real? But what did I do? Because I talked to Ambrose alone so Rum's upset? No. That can't be it. Rum said he would…do something else. He wouldn't fire me. He’d told me a million times to stay by his side. 'No money for a cab?' A cool snigger sounded from behind me. I knew who it was and I hesitated to turn back to face the person. But pride made me do it. And Goldie Sparks was standing in front of the glass door as it slid to shut the main entrance of the B.A.D building. She opened her purse and fished out a few pieces of purple bills—thousand dollar notes. That bitch. 'I don't need your money.' I turned back to the gate that guarded the building. 'So it's really not about the money.' A silky chuckle flowed out. Ignore her, Rose. If she was consumed—wait. The dark whims! Rum
ROSE 'Who does she think she is?!' TAK! TAK! TAK! The enraged tap repeatedly thumped with jealousy. 'The sole heir of the diamond king, that's what she is,' replied the second voice in a bored tone. No doubt the first one belonged to my old bully, Christy; the other would have to be Lilian. Since I last saw them at Rum's mansion, I heard snippets about the styling team from some of the crew. Apparently, Tessa has fallen out with Christy—she's dating a model now, and has no time for Rum nonsense apparently—so Christy had been hanging out with Lilian more ever since. 'Still! Rum's not hers!' Christy slammed down hard on the tap; the water gushed out in a mad shower. 'Did you see her? Rum darling this, Rum darling that.' Lilian chuckled. 'You really sound like her. But don't be too loud. The walls have ears.' Indeed. I smiled weakly at the door of my stall. 'She kissed Rum on his cheek in front of everyone!' Christy berated. 'The gall of that woman!' 'Rum didn't look like
ROSECarefully, I picked up my iPad and the impatient phone and turned towards the exit of the office. I thought to answer the call once I’m outside, but it stopped buzzing. So I moved cautiously towards the elevator, when it arrived just as I halted to push the button for it. The doors opened and my handsome Alpha King appeared, worried as hell. ‘Why didn’t you answer my call?’ he demanded.I rolled my eyes. ‘Because I’m getting through a door with this.’ I pointed at my huge belly. He was about to carry me like a bride when I slapped his hands away. ‘Stop it!’ I hissed. ‘You want everyone to know?!’ ‘Wheelchair. If you ever missed my call again.’ He stepped aside for me to enter the metal carrier. ‘Alright, alright…’ I chuckled. ‘So how was it?’ He asked, glancing at my iPad. ‘Did she approve it?’ ‘No.’ I sighed. ‘It’s too extravagant. The actress specifically asked for more grounded styles. She wants people to relate more to acting than her beauty.’ And Keithen scoffed. ‘Goo
ROSEI rolled myself onto him, loving the way my skin rubbed against his, feeling his warmth and heartbeat against mine, as well as the vibrations of his chuckle. He swept the sticky damp strands off my face, hooking some around my ears, then combed the rest to the back of my head with his fingers, and all the time, I had my eyes closed, savouring the moment. And he chuckled some more. ‘You want another round?’ he whispered. My eyes burst open, and his arms squeezed my bare waist as he laughed. ‘I’m hurt, cub. You look like a car was about to hit you.’ I shifted closer to his face—my breasts scraping his hard chest, and he grunted a little—and kissed him on the mouth hard, delivering all my passion, all my apologies. Immediately, his mouth opened and he shifted to push me forward, so that his tongue could dive in a little more, consuming me breathless. Just as the familiar desires stirred inside me, I pulled back, tore my lips from his and captured his face with both hands, tryi
ROSEI’m a werewolf, aren’t I? Okay, not entirely. Just half wolf, half human. But that still counts, right? There’s still some wolf inside me to make this work! This has to work! Concentrate. Focus, Rose. Think of the gate. I could be at the beach, or the back alley. Does it relocate to the same place twice? Or does it choose a new place each time? ‘Rose, are you having a headache?’ asked Joy. I opened my eyes and evaluated my best friend for a while. Then, I made up my mind. ‘Joy.’ I grabbed her shoulders. ‘I’m about to tell you something that nothing in Science can ever explain.’ ‘O…kay?’ I could see the wheels of her mind churning to come up with the plausible reason for my sudden strange behaviour. ‘Is it Harry Potter kinda something?’ I nodded firmly. And she mouthed ‘O’, with a knowing gaze. But behind that gaze, I still caught her disbelief. ‘It’s alright to not believe me. Just promise me that you won’t tell a living soul.’ I was staring at her so hard, I could almost
RICHARDA video showing Richard in his midnight blue shirt with his arm stretched across the desk. The files shifted and a sketch of a female figurine in a puffed up flowy gown with petals in her hair and on her lashes and lips. Richard was flabbergasted. He turned back to the CEO, his mind churning furiously to come up with the best excuse to save his ass. ‘When Rose brought me that design, I thought to myself: this is something that ambitious Annie would use. It’s extravagant and flamboyant. Wouldn’t it be nice to distract her with this, so my precious gem can focus on levelling up her skills? She can’t be stuck in the B.A.D. crap all the time.’ Richard felt deflated. His world was crashing down into dust. ‘Y-You set me up.’ The CEO laughed heartily. ‘You flatter yourself too much, Richard. Set ups are for my equals. This is just a test. But you scored full marks.’ The young rising star slammed his palms on the desk and glared at the CEO—the woman who had previously doted on hi
ROSE‘... the winner of this styling face off is—.’ The emcee’s eyes rolled left to right repeatedly as he read the card. His brows knitted as a mutter of disbelief spilled from his mouth, ‘Annie from B.A.D.’ My insides sank to the deepest parts of my spirit. ‘YES!’ Annie shrieked out victoriously. With a smugful grin, she cast a look of condemnation in my way. ‘I told you she’s a fake! She can’t style at all! Extraordinary—ha!’ That was… … unexpected. I thought I had a good chance. I really did read Miss Jewel’s comments wrongly. ‘Oh! The main judge has something to say!’ The emcee shoved Annie aside to make way for the retired supermodel, Jinda Avengelistford, who gracefully took the centrestage at an astounding height of six feet. ‘Based on the styling standards, Miss Annie has met every single one.’ She turned to the head of B.A.D.’s styling team and flashed a warm smile. ‘It was exciting—your unexpected. There is still a difference between professional and personal styling.
KEITHEN ’CUT!’ The director’s frown was as clear as the blue sky outside. I could tell that he’s been trying to hold it in. But the shit’s about to explode. ‘Rum.’ He forced a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re not unwell?’ I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said this: ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Then what’s the problem?!’ The older guy grabbed his hair, about to go crazy. I stared at the line of the script that was shoved into my view. Instantly, the clog in my throat grew real. As real as the reality I’m about to face in an hour’s time. ‘Maybe Rum’s upset that this is all going to end for him soon.’ I looked up and a pair of kind eyes smiled back at me. Sherry patted my shoulder as that sweet smile turned into a sympathetic one. ‘I bet he misses all this. Don’t you, boss?’ I chuckled dryly and looked down again. ‘I’m not your boss, Sher. I’ve said it many times.’ That’s it. No matter how hard you try. You can’t fight reality. You just can’t. You can stay hidden around her. It won’t ma
RICHARDA day before the styling competition… ‘Go right in. She’s wrapping up the conference call,’ said the lovely PA of Miss Jewel. The young man in his stylist’s midnight blue shirt and grey bubble pants grinned sweetly and nodded. ‘Thank you, Celia. You look lovely today.’ And the PA gave her usual polite smile. Richard entered the glasshouse of an office and settled himself in the same chair he’d always been in whenever he’s here. A minute turned to three… and then it felt like ten. Richard’s fingers began to tap with impatience. He thought of checking his phone for an update from the private investigator he’d sent to tail Rose. The thought of Rose brought a grin to his glossed lips. Miss Jewel must have called him in to talk about Rose’s resignation, and he was prepared to sacrifice his precious time and help the agency convince Rose to retract it. There is no way the CEO wouldn’t agree to his one and only condition: that Rose stays as his stylist for as long as he’s wi
ROSEBANG, BANG, BANG!I stared at the door, unable to breathe. Unable to stop the tears. Unable to shut him out. ‘OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, ROSE!’ thundered the Alpha King. ‘YOU BETTER GIVE ME AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW!’ Hands clamped my ears. My head kept shaking in disagreement. My chest screaming: go away! Please, go away! ‘I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!’ The banging continued. The same hands now clamped my mouth. To stop me from telling him to stop. Stop the noise, or someone will report him to the police. You’re a fucking celebrity! Stop it, Keithen!‘I’m counting to three. No open door, and I’ll fucking shift right here! Hear that, Rose? Footsteps! People are coming out. They’ll see me—.’ The hands were back on my ears. Shutting out his voice. My feet shuffled back, away from that enraged door. Hide. Go and hide, my mind told me. And I did. I scampered back to my room and slammed the door shut. Locked it. Then backed away, towards my bed. The second my calves bum
RICHARD‘I told you it’s not going to happen!’ the young man hissed into his phone. The female voice at the other end of the line screamed curses. ‘Everyone’s been talking about your peach silver outfit—more than mine! What happened to the black jacket! You said you’d wear it.’ Richard Black rolled his eyes at his reflection in his bedroom mirror. ‘She wanted to change it. What else can I do? Say no? Has your precious Rum ever said no to you regarding his outfit?’ ‘I can’t let her win that competition,’ chanted Annie. ‘Dan’ll have my head!’ ‘I’ll get you a chopping board then.’ ‘You lying son of a bitch! You didn’t keep your end of the deal—have you any idea the sacrifice I made for that article?’‘Sleeping with a reporter instead of some big shot? You call that a sacrifice?’ Richard scoffed. ‘You’re a whore, Annie. Everyone who knows you knows that. The models—they talk. A hell lot.’‘And you think your Rose is a virgin?’ ‘SHUT UP!’ Richard shouted back, and the ugly chuckle r