9-1-1: Lone Star Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

Project 1 looked _down_. At the _baby_. At _Seven_. At _Four_. At _his brother_. And he _knelt_. The floor _groaned_. But _held_. Because he _wanted_ it to. “_I heard you_,” One said. Voice _grinding stone_ but _soft_. “_In my head_. _You _called_ me. _Said_ you were _lonely_.” He touched Rylan’s face. _Gentle_. _Terrified_.

Snow began to fall in thin, slanting lines. It dusted the helmets of the Eternal Night Division as they shifted positions again. A Lone Star captain screamed orders from somewhere below. He never finished. A single, clean shot punched through his throat, and he dropped without ceremony. The shouting in his company broke into incoherent yells. “Keep them pressed, but don’t break the line,” Alessia’s voice carried over the squad comms. “Remember—they cannot move forward or back. The moment they do, they die.”

The lady walked out as well, leaving her alone again with the ever feet and hand tapping, heavy sighing Tom Wade as had been done the Saturday before. He scoffed, then whistled, drawing her attention to him. "You get the simplified notes. Should have stayed home a year too." She looked his way, he had his back against the wall, his index finger tapping on the wooden desk top, his eyes on his working finger. Unsure of what to do, she chose to ignore him. Taking out her phone from her bag she started to send a text to her driver... then he spoke up again, "Lacey Atkins." he called her name, like the sweet sound of water flowing down stream. Unmoved, she kept typing on her phone. "Comes back to

Dammit. I groaned in frustration and called Owen. “What’s the matter?” He asked me as soon as he heard the tension in my voice. “Skylar has gone missing,” I said. “And I think it’s Jake.” ********* Skylar’s P.O.V. I knelt beside the wooden chair that I just fell off. The duct tape over my mouth was almost choking the hell out of me. I moved my hand back and tried to head over to the blade that was placed across from me.

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

Live with it. The call ended. I stared at the phone like it might undo the call if I glared hard enough. But the line was dead. My breath caught in my throat as the sting of rejection hit harder than expected. Then it dawned on me that I was all alone in this world, and nobody, not even Matron Hope, was coming to save me. Except the police. It wasn't my most brilliant idea, but I was desperate, so I dialed 911. Just as I hit the call button, a hand shot out from behind me and snatched the phone clean out of my grip.

JANICE POV: I met Liv at the elevator and we travelled to the main lobby. Getting out I noticed a commotion by the lounge area. Everyone was staring at the tv’s plastered on the walls. I got a glimpse and heard “cia’s failed Cartel bust in Los Grove” I sighed. Liv must have noticed because she asked me, “is everything alright?” “Oh yeah, just the news.” I announced quickly. “Don’t like the Cartel?” She asked, side eyeing me.

I have midnight black hair, and the tips of my hair are silver. When I was 17 my hair slowly started to change the tips from black to silver. I thought it was cool. I told Alpha Jax and the rest of them; they did as much research as possible to see why and they never produced anything. I walked down the hall to the dinner room where everyone eats. I’m so deep in thought that someone bumps into me. “Sorry about that I wasn’t looking where I was going” the next thing I know. I’m slapped across the face and all my training kicks in and grab their hand and bring it around to behind the guys and bring him to his knees and growl “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!!” “JAZ!!” I look u

Just as things were beginning to shift between them, an obnoxiously loud ringtone cut through the air. The name of the song? “The One and Only.” It was Claire’s custom ringtone. The moment Adrian heard it, he picked up the call without hesitation. “Adrian, I’m on the rooftop. I saw you with another woman. I’m going crazy with jealousy.” “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m coming now.” Adrian hung up and immediately pulled away from Zoey. He threw on a jacket in a rush. “Zoey, Claire’s on the roof. I’m worried she might do something. I have to go.”

The entire clan looks at me with disgrace, if they even bother to look at me at all. My parents do their best to protect me from them, but every morning we all train together, and I can feel them stare, every day. The words they say behind my back, the looks, the scoffs, I feel it all. I've learned to stay home and keep myself company, as to avoid conflict. The beta's daughter, Nia, has become a dear friend, and at 19, still looking for her mate.