01 A Novels & Stories

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

he murmured, more to himself than anyone. “Absolutely!” the Beta said, a little too eagerly. “She—” He stopped abruptly, the air in the car suddenly turning frigid. He glanced nervously into the rearview mirror. Kade’s expression had become dangerous. “My apologies, Alpha,” the Beta stammered quickly. “I spoke out of turn.” Kade’s voice was like ice. “You seem unusually invested in her happiness.” The Beta became nervous. “I…” “The truth.” The Alpha commanded.

“I’ve never let anyone… like this. Not when it mattered.” He leaned down, brushing her lips. “It matters now?” “Yes,” she whispered, “and that’s what scares me.” Kael kissed her with all the gentleness he could muster, even as his wolf howled to take, to mark, to claim. “Then let me show you what it means to be wanted. Fully.” He moved between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her soaked slit. Luna wrapped her legs around his waist, eyes locked on his.

he slammed the heel of his leather-clad palm on the steering wheel with a snarl. "What are you talking about." Ace fished out his phone, used the facial reconstruction to unlock it, and then handed it to me. It was already opened to a video that began playing. I recognized the setting immediately. It was another frat party in the same house I had been in. Red and blue solo cups were strewn across the cream carpets that held unknown stains — I didn't even want to know what those stains were.

And for that, only one person could help her. "Jacob, remember the card we received for the Cartier's party?" "Yes ma'am." "You have one hour. I want every single detail of the sender."

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

She moved closer and read the titles written by hand on the edges of some of the files: old street names, permit numbers, dates going back decades. She didn't dare touch anything, aware this was an official investigation scene, but she leaned in close to one of the files lying partly open on the desk, trying to read whatever she could without moving it. Her eyes suddenly caught on a word written in a slightly shaky hand in the margin of one page, as if added later as a passing note rather than part of the original text. "217." There was no clear context around the number — just written alone, circled in a small ring Billings had apparently drawn himself.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

It was true that Susan called me to give me the budget for the New Year’s Eve party. However, when the money came, it was only four hundred dollars. It was Susan’s go-to MO. She’d play dumb so long as I kept quiet. The moment I spoke up, she’d blame her eyesight for being off by a digit. Then came the guilt trip. “So I fell short on the funds? Do you need to go out of your way to point that out? After all the years I’ve cared for you, must you get upset over a bit of money?

I like her already. Alex and I start by dancing around each other a little, Alex testing the waters a bit to see how I react by throwing a few fake punches and trying to get me to move my feet. What he doesn’t realise is I am reading him. I am watching him and mapping his movements. When he moves his left hand, he rolls his shoulder slightly first. When he is going to raise his right hand, his right biceps twitches just before it happens. When there is no intention behind his movement his lip twitches a little. These are almost micro movements, but I see them. Something I discovered as a kid.