A Simple Plan Blu-ray Novels & Stories

This was the way it was meant to be. So, why did I feel like throwing something across the room, preferably Balor? “Balor.” My lips moved before my brain followed. “Do you have any plans of returning? I know your father, the Beta, has been dying to have you over for a while, but how about your studies?” “I wrapped things up there already,” he answered respectfully, looking up at me. I remembered when he was born. I was six or seven, but I remembered because the Blue Moon Pack had been anticipating his arrival for a while.

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.

“Tell him you’ve done a DNA test on his cutlery from the other day and I’m preparing to file a civil suit for sex abuse of a minor,” Blue failed to feel much other than astonishment that she had managed to underestimate her mother for so long. In a way, she was rather impressed. As shameful as it was to realise. Again, her bravado depleted quickly. “Richard and Bradley have more than enough money to make his screaming go away,” She knew of that well.

"Watch that kid! Don't let her puke in the car! It's disgusting!" Dad glanced at me through the rearview mirror. He didn't say a word, but he pressed harder on the gas. The moment we arrived at the shady, run-down clinic, he carried me inside and called for the doctor. "I contacted and paid you earlier. Draw 400 milliliters of blood." The doctor nodded and immediately pulled out a prepared syringe. Mom was completely shell-shocked. "Why are you drawing her blood?!" Dad held Mom down as she tried to rush forward and grab me.

Plunging his sword deep within the crone's frail body to the hilt, he had one last thing to tell her. "So I could come up with a plan to eliminate all wolves for my master. Thank you so much for helping me secure the vampire race amongst the supernaturals." he whispered into her ear before ripping his blade from her body and letting her lifeless body fall into her own fire. The flames grew as it ate up the new fuel and turned colors with the burning of her flesh and clothes. A blast of blue and purple flames flared into the night. The stench burned his nose as he turned away and trodded off into the trees to find his master. His loyalty proven and his position saved for the time.

A grimace of pain on his face. I can’t heal this, why can’t I heal this? I swallowed hard, “We just have to get you to Indie, and you’ll be fine, okay?” I try to remember what Zayne said about the wolfsbane, he’ll be fine as long as we get it out right? Silver is the lethal one, wolfsbane is a plant that turns us mortal. He nods. “You should go, get help” My eyes widen “I can’t leave you here”

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

"ID." I handed it over. He studied it under a small flashlight, comparing my face to the photo. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded and handed it back. "Entrance is fifty." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. "Keep the change." He pocketed the money and opened the door. The music hit me first. Deep bass that vibrated in my chest, layered with something electronic and hypnotic. The lighting was purple and blue, punctuated by red spotlights that swept across a small stage. Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal.

Two years had passed since the release of that movie. In that span of time, I managed to scrape together some funds and directed a low-budget film. It didn't make waves, and when things started to look bleak, a production company purchased it for a modest sum. This, at least, offered a glimmer of hope in my financially challenging circumstances.