America's Untold Stories Rumble Novels & Stories

Years of holding drum sticks had left her hands calloused and rough. “I don’t know what to do, it’s not just one baby. I couldn't let Beau know that, I didn't trust him and the pack doctor was helping me hide it.” Annie sobbed harder, the salty scent of her tears hitting Candy almost as hard as a punch to the gut. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around Annie, tucking the woman’s head to her shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

He hardly ever showed any emotion, she felt a bit special to be able to see this rarity. "Go to sleep," He mumbled, shaking his head. "But I don't want to sleep. I want to talk to you." "You're going to make me late for work tomorrow." "Fine, I'll let you sleep. Goodnight." ----- Rumors began spreading around the Pack quickly. By now, they were all aware that their Alpha was living with another girl.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Parker's pov After giving that guy the dose of his own medicine, I went to my private classroom. It was just me alone in my class, the class was well equipped pucing with full life. the teacher that was ask to tutor me was a white man from England. "so these are the elementary facts you need to know in a team of business" said the old hag. "One, Ben and Jerry's is owned by Unilever Wal-Mart averages a profit of $1.8 million every hour."

If other people actually took the time to talk to him instead of just believing the rumours, then they'd see it too. The winners were announced just a while later, but Scarlet didn't win. Instead, she was the first runner-up. I didn't really see who won, and I could honestly care less, but I'm happy to see Scarlet place so high. She wasn't bothered by the results, and neither were Crimson and Lilac. They were just glad it was done. Before going home, Scarlet took the time to take pictures of Crimson and Lilac wearing the uniforms to post on her social media account. I'm surprised Crimson didn't complain more, but I guess he just completely accepted how there was no way he could get away.

He explained as he showed me around the pack. "Quite interesting." I said as I felt a feeling of fulfillment. "So tell me, everyone of us has a story behind us becoming a rouge. Mind to share yours?." He asked and stared at me. "It's been quite rough for me though." I started.. *Well this is the story I was told at Moonlight pack by an old slave in the pack that died due to suffering. And for the records, I was also told my parents name were Xavier Brooks and Emily Brooks.*

“If he is entitled to the shares, why not sign the papers and give them to him? “That company is my legacy; my father left it for me to take care of and I have built it with my blood and sweat!! I have mine but I would not sit back and watch my uncle come to take everything my father and I have worked hard for. I will fight with every drop of my blood, but first, I want you and your parents to say. I cannot risk your life for this cause. When you are all safe, I will fight back. My uncle still thinks I am the little boy from years ago but I'll show him that my venom is very dangerous. My heart began to race; we were now on the run, and I hated the fact that my parents were dragged into it. I

I take the shot, eager to hear the rest of the story without missing any details. Stella takes her turn and makes two more shots. Then we move on to another course. As we reach the last three courses, she misses a shot. Clearing her throat, she hesitates and says, "The rest of this story is going to be difficult to tell and hear. Are you sure you're up for it?" “Yes," I reply simply.

The gears turned visibly in his head, confusion giving way to dawning, horrifying comprehension. “Wait… How can that be?” Frank stammered. Then his eyes widened further, a memory clicking into place from their conversations abroad. His voice dropped to a disbelieving whisper. “Don’t tell me… Raquel is the… the ‘good-for-nothing, whorish gold digger’ you’ve been complaining about since you got back?” The room ceased to exist.

“It matters, if you would cooperate with me for one freaking second.” “Do you talk this way to all your patients?” “Just answer the damn question.” Race threw up his hands. “The Rouge Roubaix.” “Why?” “Because the roads are crappy,” Race said. “So, what are the kinds of things that usually go wrong in that race?” “Pile-ups, broken bones, flats, rookies that think they can take on a hundred miles of dirt roads and potholes without a scratch...” “So, why do you do it?” Dena asked pouring half of the salsa into a separate bowl and adding pressed garlic to it. “I like the garlic.”