ROSE Elena was now trying to break the two men apart like a mother hen. “Stop it you two! Ellis!” “Apologise to her!” Ellis grabbed a fistful of Rum’s hair, about to yank it off his scalp, while Rum was pushing Ellis’s chin up, about to break his jaw. “RUM, PLEASE!” I cried out. “Shut up, Rose!” Rum barked, gritting his teeth. I grabbed the remote controller off the table and plucked out the batteries and raised it high, aiming at the two grunting men. “STOP IT, RUM! OR I’LL THROW THIS MERCURY AT YOU!” Instantly, everyone froze. Then, Elena swiftly pulled Ellis behind her. Rum squinted at the thing in my hand then scoffed. “Batteries? Seriously, Rose—.” “APOLOGISE TO ELENA.” I glared at him. The superstar was briefly baffled and then quickly smirked like a sullen teenager. “Or what? Throw that tiny shit at me? Sure. They look like weapons of destruction.” I observed the batteries with amusement. “They are weapons of destruction to werewolves—just cut them open and
ROSE “S-Sure! How can I—?” His face jerked back and he leaned in. “I want to kiss you.” “What?!” “Just a kiss.” He moved closer. “Like a peck on the lips.” His body was slanted, the upper half leaning over me. It was then I realised that I was shifting away. “B-But why?” His eyes widened with some sort of an embarrassment and then he retreated back to his spot and his head drooped like a wilted flower. “Dan said to give me a day off. In return, I have to give him an award winning song.” He bent his knees to flatten his feet on the ground, grabbed his forehead and groaned in frustration. “Four hours and not a goddamn word… Fuck….” “But how will a kiss help?” My heart was beating nervously. Do I really have to kiss Rum? I mean, I’ve always wanted to feel those fine lips against mine… but… not in this cold, unromantic, meaningless way. His face lifted at me, and his eyes were casting a blaming glare at me. “I need a good fuck to release my stress. But I can’t—cause I’m un
ROSE His new song feels… strange. But real. Why do I feel as though it was about me? As though he was singing to me… a confession of undying love for me. I looked away and shut my eyes to push away the thoughts in my head. Don't be silly, Rose. Didn't Rum specifically ask you not to fall in love with him? I opened my eyes and stared at the carpeted floor. That's right. I can’t fall in love with him. I need to stay in this job. If I could be Rum’s assistant for long enough, I would have more opportunities to build my portfolio and become a stylist at B.A.D. Then, I would be one step closer to fulfilling daddy’s dream. Rum stopped strumming abruptly and asked, "What do you think?" My face jolted up to stare at him. “It’s good!” “Don’t you think it’s a bit… dark?” He looked concerned. “Well, the lyrics are different from your usual style. But I still like them.” He was genuinely surprised. “For real?” I nodded sincerely. “I do relate to them—. I mean, they sound hone
ROSE I was shoved into the last stall. “Do it!” Christy blasted, her beautifully drawn eyes in rage. “We need to be back in ten, Rose,” Tessa smirked from behind her phone. “Hurry up.” I stared at the camera lens pointing at me like the barrel of a gun, the chilling terror of being executed gripped my throat and seized my reactions. Christy was more impatient. “STRIP!” she hissed, her eyeballs almost popping from their sockets. “P-Please… d-don’t do this.” I heard my voice, small and scared, begging. Christy grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head up. “You should’ve thought it through when you lied to me, Dirty Rosey.” “I s-swear I d-didn’t—.” The phone moved away and Tessa’s pretty face, infuriated, showed up. “Sure… like how you didn’t tell Christy that I attacked her in the ladies’ room and backstabbed her before Rum?” “So I’d get back at her, right?” Christy glared at me. “You stinking witch. I knew something was wrong when you asked me all those stupid questions
ROSE The woman was shoved aside and thick fingers shot out to grab my neck. “Blake!” cried the baffled woman. My chin was lifted to the heavens, pushing my eyes together, elongating my neck, and the air grew thin. “You do not speak to her like that, puny human,” the thunder voice threatened. Then, my feet left the ground and I found myself clutching onto the wrist of the hand that was hoisting me by my neck. “BLAKE!” The woman screamed. “Put her down! She’s turning red!” But the fingers around my neck tightened. And I stopped breathing. I also stopped kicking my legs and closed my eyes. Let them… let them do what they want with me. I’m so tired. I’m so done with all this mess…. If this is how it’s going to end, so be it…. Goodbye—. THUD! I landed hard on the floor and started gasping and coughing hard, as fresh air gushed into my lungs like a tsunami wave. Then growls and groans of a fight jabbed my ears and I looked up, just in time to see the giant black wolf sw
ROSE Once we arrived at the roof of my apartment building, I got off the wolf’s back and Rum shifted back to his human form as I stalked off. He caught up with me in one stride, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to face him, wanting to continue the conversation from the warehouse. “You’re not going until you tell me what the fuck happened.” But I’m acutely aware of our surroundings and as adamant as he is. If anyone saw Rum at my apartment building talking to me, imagine what they’d think. Rum would be caught in another compromised situation. I tried to shake his hand off me. “You can’t order me around anymore. You’re no longer my boss.” When it didn’t work, I tried wrenching my wrist out of his grasp. But his grip intensified. “Oh yeah? Says who.” I winced slightly and breathed, “Says me.” I stared into his eyes. “I’ve quitted B.A.D.” He shifted closer, his eyes darkening to a dangerous shade. “Since when?” “Since this afternoon.” “I see.” Holding my eyes, he whipped o
RUM “YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON TO MISS YOUR PHOTOSHOOT! THE ENTIRE FUCKING TEAM WAITED FOR HOURS!” The CEO of B.A.D. screamed, forty years of his anguish towards the entertainment industry flushed out at once. Fuck…. I turned from the astonished looks of the Dark Moon couple and cleared my throat quietly before slapping the device back to my ears. Clipping my nose with my fingers, I croaked, barely letting my voice through, “Dan… I tried to call you….” I coughed as violently as I could. “Jesus Christ, you sound like shit.” The CEO groaned exasperatingly. “Why are you so damn weak these days?” That’s because you fucking rushed me around and my schedule feels like a million orgasms lined up one after another! “I’ll feel better tomorrow—I swear…,” I wheezed and coughed violently. “You better get an FBC,” he demanded, trying hard to disarm himself so as to not worsen my condition. “Will do… and… and I’ll take another… another commercial.” I squeezed my eyes in sheer di
ROSE I stared at the door as it continued knocking. “Open up, Rose!” Rum called out. I shook my head. Rum shouldn’t be here—what if someone sees him? As though he read my mind, he said through the door, “I heard someone coming, Rose. Are you sure you want them to see me standing in front of your apartment?” Of course, not! I unlocked and opened the door—and something flew past me. Then, the door was shut and locked; the curtains were drawn; doors were opened and closed—all in a few blinks of my eyes. And then Rum suddenly appeared before me, glaring at me. “So your resignation letter. Sent?” The smug lift of his mouth brought the heat back to my eyes. My view started to blur once more. I pursed my lips to stop a sniffle and stared at the wooden floor. He took a step forward. And I shuffled backwards. “Of course, I did.” “Liar.” He took one large stride and his feet came to an inch from mine. Then, muscular arms wrapped around me and I crashed against a broad,
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