Alex Nolan Pen15 Novels & Stories

said Dallas. All Cadet looked at one person. “Now, 1st place. Alexa Ranfan, 51 head cuts. Congratulation.” Said Cornelio. All Cadet clapped their hands, that’s makes Alexa a bit shy but she feels happy as well. “Is this really necessary for us to count this head cuts?” ask Nathan.

"Show me whatever the Penance had on board." In walks Alex, arms full of a worn leather bag and some loose things. A shake of the head comes first. Not much worth anything here, just usual supplies. Yet there’s this one thing. Out comes a folded sheet of paper, edges stiff, shut tight with dull grey wax. Hidden it had been, stitched beneath the cloth right against his chest

He chuckled, and she glared at him. "Okay. Let's eat before anything. I'm starving," Penelope said walking to the table. They laughed and sat down ordering. After dinner, Penelope started playing with the bartender making drinks. While everyone was talking and laughing, some were even drunk. Alena was sitting with the boys Theo, Avrielle and her husband. "Alena, did you take the Canon with you?". Penelope asked as she was behind the counter making drinks. "I hate taking pictures with phones."

Penelope sat across from him, legs crossed, chattering animatedly with her hands. “…I swear, if I don’t get to wear something from Chanel or Dior, I might just die,” Penelope was saying, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was in a commercial. “We’re not just any pack. This is the Eldridge Pack’s anniversary—we can’t show up like peasants.” I kept my expression neutral. Just a maid. Just furniture with eyes. The Luna glanced up at my arrival. “Ah, Raine. Good. Just in time.”

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

I unbuttoned the top button of my coat. "Switching between hot and cold like that will get you sick in no time. Next time, don't just open the window like that when you're driving," she advised. "Okay, got it." Luke said he would get back to me, and I couldn't help but glance at my phone. Only a minute had passed, but it felt like an eternity. Penelope worked at Horizon Magazine and had been closely following a story lately. Just then, she glanced out the window and spotted the subject of her investigation—a popular young actor—and her eyes lit up.

Poppy’s breaths came louder, more ragged. “Mother, don’t fall for it,” Penelope snapped. “She’s pretending. Trying to get out of seeing Mr. Yan. But we both know she has to do it or the family goes bankrupt.” Poppy shook her head violently. That wasn’t true. She didn’t even know what they were talking about anymore. “In... inha—ler,” she gasped. Laura’s eyes widened. “Go get her inhaler. Now!” “Ew. I’m not going in there,” Penelope recoiled. She had never been to Poppy's room and she was never going in there.

"Over a pen..." Esther retrieved her phone and handed the teacher a photo of the pen, casually stating, "This pen was a gift for Felix when he started school. It's a limited edition, one-of-a-kind, made of platinum and adorned with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and diamonds. It features 840 diamonds totaling over 20 carats." Having never encountered such a pen before, Megan promptly denied its existence, exclaiming, "That's impossible! Don't try to deceive me with some street stall item!"

Mark looked at me warmly “Don't worry, we will have it ready, tomorrow you will sign everything and on Thursday it will even appear on the screens of Wall Street, everything will be fine and whoever that person is, is going to pay for it...” *** A few hours later when everyone had left, I found myself turning off the lights in the apartment with a glass of water in hand, since Alex had to take the painkiller. Now that he was awake, he could take it instead of continuing to use a line. I found him changing channels without settling on a specific one. "You're going to use up the batteries and you still haven't made up your mind to see something,” I said sitting next to him and handing him the

Blake’s gaze narrows on John, and he snatches something from the boy’s pocket. “What’s that?” Ethan holds out his hand. Blake turns over a bloody envelope. Instead of giving it to Ethan, he passes it to me. I frown. Liana is written in elegant calligraphy across the front. Heart beating fast, I turn it over. The wax seal has a star in its center; the sigil of the Borderlands. My skin turns cold as I rip it open and read. A present for you, my love. Think of the boy as a betrothal gift. I know you were fond of him from our time at the dog fight.