A/b/o Novels & Stories

It's almost late afternoon when he prints the last report. "This brand is important. The cherry-red Hyundai is worth millions of dollars... the company's in Korea, but it has a branch here in Ohio, so nothing can go wrong," Sam explains, packing away everything we've done. "Everything is on this USB, Estela. You keep it... and tonight, don't leave my side. These people can be dangerous." "Dangerous?" "Yes... don't go near Mark... their representative. Promise me." "Yes... of course." Now I'm even more scared than before. Tonight will be crucial.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

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He reached into his pocket for money hoping that he had enough for the vending machine. There's no way he walked fifteen minutes just to get nothing. He felt one paper bill and some coins and pulled out the single bill from his pocket. He slipped it right into the vendo and pressed the button for the carbonated yogurt milk. He opened the can and started gulping straight away. As he was drinking he thought to himself how he should be working instead of wasting his time just on carbonated yogurt milk. Ryu is twenty-three now. His parents sent him away to college when he was twenty years old by himself. His parents were not rich but they provided everything that Ryu needs. His parents were expe

Them boys love them some Call of Duty. I was putting my cornbread in the oven when Aza ran into the kitchen. "Mommy, i was showing da-da the new toys you bought me. Can he stay and play tea time with me?" She asked innocently. She jumped in my arms and gave me a lil peck on my lips. "Of course Sweetie! He can stay as long as you like." I looked up at Damien and gave him a little smile. He reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

“Thank you.” Reaching out, I hug my best friend slash roommate slash older sister from different mister tightly. “Oooh, my baby is growing up,” Mo croons in my ear. “She have a boyfriend now.” “Mo!” I shriek. “Don’t jinx it.” She lets out another set of laughter. “Chill out, girl. Que sera sera, okay? Whatever will be, will be,” she cites a saying that is her daily mantra. Her laugh fades when Mo reads the serious note in my face. She huffs. “Sorry, sorry. You and your superstition.”

Right now, this is the only source of answer I have and I can't afford to risk ruining it. "Good. Now close your eyes and think about the ocean, Just the ocean. Be calm m breathe in and out" I followed every instructions, and suddenly I could feel the temper slowly fading away, followed by the room's hot temperature. "That's it lil princess. There's really no need to be upset darling. No need at all. Your friend did what any normal human should have done in her place. It is hard to process. Remember how you reacted when you saw yourself. So you just need to understand. She's scared but that does not make her a bad friend "

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."