Allen Gratz Novelas e Histórias

Grace remarked, sipping her drink. “Yeah… seems like I have a lot of competition right now,” I replied, my tone heavy with disappointment. Lora wrapped her arm around my shoulder, flashing me a reassuring smile. “Don’t let it get to you, girl. Just chill.” Grace scoffed. “What’s up with this Alexander guy anyway? He just got here, and all the girls are falling over themselves for him.” “He’s hot and really cute, Grace. Don’t you get it?” Lora countered, raising an eyebrow.

Just like Sam with Juliet before them, the Asian man’s on his feet and between me and Grace the minute I’m close enough to speak to her. “Mr. Mueller. Something I can do for you?” “No, sir.” I glance about the barn, then lean around the tall man to feast my eyes on Grace. There ain't no denying she's a vision of feminine perfection as she lounges sideways on a chair, one delicate arm dangling over the back. With those great blue eyes like her grandmother’s on me like a hawk’s on its next meal. “It’s a fine party. I come to wish you both my congratulations, then I’ll be taking my leave.”

*** Rain's POV I opened the door and smiled at the four of them. "Hey guys, I want you too meet Gracy, my.... friend!" I smile at them. I look at Greka who's about to burst out laughing. She's so gonna get it. "Sup, Gracy here," She waves her hands at them. "Hi Grace, I'm Shelby!" Shelby waves back at her and Greka looks disgusted. I nudged her side causing her to grunt and smiled at Shelby. "Nathalie," Nathalie said with a nod. "The name's Rhea," Rhea introduced

He raised his hand and waved it towards Lara's face. The next second, a big hand grabbed him. Greyson was so angry that he cursed, "Who the fuck dares to stop me?" "Do you think this is a place where you can do whatever you like?" Clint Zuckerberg, Aaron Granger's assistant, said sternly. It was only then that Greyson noticed that the person who grabbed him was Aaron Granger, an influential businessman in Rosaville City. He immediately changed his expression and replied politely. "Mr Granger. My apologies for not recognizing you earlier.."

“It’s annoying. I came here to have fun and possibly find a mate. Not to compete with the literal Aphrodite of this generation wrapped in a boy’s uniform.” I nearly choked. “I—I’m not trying to compete with anyone—” Grace narrowed her eyes slightly. “Oh, relax. I’m not accusing you of anything…yet.” “Yet?” She smirked. “Look, you’re obviously not into me or you would have jumped into the sea instead of standing here, which is fine. I’m not into you either since I am into tall and handsome Alphas. No offense. I just don’t want you trying anything funny, got it?”

I asked, annoyed. “The look of a man who’s caught between guilt and bragging rights.” I groaned and stood up. “You’re insufferable.” Atlas smirked and crossed his arms. “So… does this mean you’ve got a new bitch now? Should I start calling Irene ‘Beta’s pet’? Oh, this is going to be good.” Enzo shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Atlas.” “What? I’m just making conversation,” Atlas said innocently, though his grin gave him away. “You can’t tell me this isn’t entertaining.”

Too many hands. Too much weight. For the first time in years... Mark Romano was forced to one knee. Rain streamed down his face. Blood stained his shirt. Still... He lifted his head. Defiant. Unbroken. The attackers stepped back. A path opened through the crowd. Alessandro Moretti walked forward slowly, applauding. "Magnificent." He stopped in front of Mark. "I've heard stories." He smiled. "They weren't exaggerated." Mark met his eyes without fear. "If you're going to kill me..."

His body tensed when he noticed the man reach out to shake her hand, lingering just a moment too long. Jealousy, as vivid as moss clinging to a tree, coursed through him. What could he have said to elicit such a radiant smile? And why was he invading her personal space? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grady,” Hera beamed. “You can call me Shawn. After the games tomorrow, we might get to know each other better.” “Excuse me?” “There aren’t many men here who can joust. I’m pleased to say I have the advantage.”

I find myself staring at a man’s chest. I can smell the leather from his jacket. I bring my eyes up to see him staring down at me with a not so lovely expression. He snatches me up by my throat. “You’re pretty,” He smiles. I swing my foot nailing him right in the groin. He drops me. I land on my feet, not giving him the time to regain his composure. I flip my body, bringing a kick right to his chin, knocking him flat on his back.

He mentally slapped himself for saying such an inappropriate thing but he can't stop it and smirked to himself as he started to approach her. "Congrats for passing. And for being at the top." Iktanne looked up and immediately smiled and he couldn't help but return a wide teethy grin back at her. "Yes, thank you," she responded, shyly. "I saw your name too, Anthony. Congratulations for passing." They were cheerfully having random talks about different topics, but mostly about the exam, when an explosion abruptly disturbed their conversation. They both ran outside the room and saw a thick black smoke rising rapidly from the Academy's axis.