911 Lone Star Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't deny the longing I felt around him, but I also couldn't force myself to leave. 'Careful, Raelynn.' Lila warned, 'You know what will happen.' She was right, I did know what would happen, but what was one more piece of my heart? I could part with one small piece in exchange for hope, for safety and happiness when all had become bleak. "I'm thinking about you." I admitted, watching as a single star streaked across the sky, a plume of white light following. Murmurs echoed throughout the feild as everyone noticed the first shooting star dance across the sky. It was beautiful, but alone. Traveling millions of years by itself. I could feel Liam's eyes on my face, watching the stars refle

My whole bodies feels numb as I plan the funeral of four people that have no body for us to say goodbye too. The past few days have just been running through the motions and praying we can figure this out before anyone else around here falls pray to the monster doing this. Liam is out with Walker dealing with pack business, Dallas is asleep in Liam’s chair, while Nick sits in front of me, eyeing Dallas sadly. I look up from the papers on my desk and watch him, watch Dallas. “Nick.” I whisper, not wanting to wake Dallas up. “Hum?” He hums to me, then looks over at me slowly, like it’s hard for him to take his eyes off of Dallas.

His eyes darkened on cue, and I fought to stay in character, pretending I wasn’t feeling those annoying, addictive sparks that burned my finger. “…and maybe your lungs?” My hand drifted slowly over his black T-shirt, the heat of his skin and the tension in his muscles making my pulse trip. Da.mn, the boy was built for stamina. My focus wavered as my mind spiraled into images of tangled sheets and breathless, sweaty nights. I had to rein it in – other wolves could pick up on me creaming, and I wasn’t about to hand them front-row seats to my fantasies. I leaned in, letting my cheek graze the rough edge of his stubble as I hovered near his ear, my voice honeyed with mischief. “Let me know if yo

Shit, I rake my hands through my damp hair, an act I know Immi loves and makes her grin from ear to ear and her eyes light up. We have no choice; Atlas and I were told we’re being drafted to the Dallas Stars after Thanksgiving. It sucks, really sucks. I’m just hoping Immi and I will be back together by then. Only, the way it’s kicking off with Luna and the baby, it could go right the other way.

We keep wandering around the large mall, until Stella grabs our attention. “Guys look, isn’t that Chloe over there?” We turn our heads to where Stella was pointing. And she was right, across the other end of the mall through the crowd of people we spot Chloe leaning against a wall going through her phone. Looking as cold as ever even from a distance. She looks so lonely there. “Looks like she’s finally given up on the fight for Jackson now that the pack has claimed Lily as the rightful Luna." States Jenny. “Good. Now she’ll know to never bother you again and to respect you Lily.” Alice agrees and gives me a side hug.

She opens her fiery red eyes wide and stares at Karimba Cellon, pointing a finger at Brenda Mclean and shouting at her: "All this time, she has always stood between you and me. Please answer me, Karimba, is it because of her that you've been cold and distant towards me for the past three years? And now, is it because of her that you want to divorce me? I can not accept it!" Karimba Cellon sighs heavily. Here we go again! The chaotic scene caused by Alley Houston draws countless people's attention at the airport, sparking discussions and pointing fingers. He wearily closes his eyes, suppressing his anger, and then calmly speaks with all the composure he can muster:

Liv stared at her hands. Jim sat on her other side. “For the past ten days, me and the guys have tried everything we can think of to get Dallas to believe that you don't and won’t hate him. He won’t listen to us. There’s only one person he’ll listen to, Liv, and she’s sitting right here staring at her hands.” He brushed her hair off her face and she stiffened; she’d taken to pulling it forward to hide the damage. “I know you’ve been through hell, sweetheart… I’d do anything to go back and stop any of it from happening to you. But it did happen, and you’re going to have to figure out how to live with all of it.” She blinked back tears.

I probably won’t have that for the rest of my lonely life. I pick up my phone and start to scroll aimlessly, there’re so many unread texts. All from Tyler. I’ve been ignoring him for days, but apparently he cannot take a hint. I don’t even try to open it before deleting them. I turn my phone off and try to sleep. Really try to sleep because it’s turning out to be a struggle.

"But it missed. And as long as it keeps missing, we keep fighting." I hold her. The wind blows. Paris stretches out below us, beautiful and indifferent. "One day at a time," I say. "One bullet at a time." I laugh — because if I don't, I'll cry. And she laughs too — because apparently, that's what we do now. We survive. Together. End of Chapter 89 Chapter 90: The Safehouse Has One Bedroom The universe clearly enjoys humiliating me. Because surviving an assassination attempt is one thing — sharing a bed with Celeste Laurent is something else entirely.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I