Another You Of Mice And Men Novels & Stories

As she watched John walk away, Tisha wondered if his words were meant to make her feel better because they didn't. She couldn't ignore her hunger anymore and ate the food John bought for her. She looked inside the bag of snacks and saw that there was more than one meat pie inside. She could not bring herself to eat it so she tied the bag and kept it beside her. After a while, she saw Mira descending the stairs and walked up to her with the bag of snacks.

I yelled back as I headed towards the living room. Audrey sat on the couch and grabbed her IPad off end table. Deciding to browse for some new recipe ideas while waiting for Cass to get ready. About an hour later the door buzzer went off. "Yes?" she asked while hitting the button. "Ms. Corday's ride has arrived." the man responded. "We will be right down. Thank you." She headed down the hall and knocked on Cassidy's door "Hey Cass you ready? The ride is here."

The rain was pouring, yet I heard every word he said. “You don’t have to answer right now. You can give it a day, a month, or a year to think it through, but I want you to know that someone’s waiting for you, someone who’s waited for you twenty-two years. And from now on, he wants to be by your side.” I looked at him and suddenly recalled that night at the Black family’s annual banquet, when I pushed open the door to find him. He, who was reading in the study, looked up, startled when he saw me.

“And besides, I’m here.” Janine looked at Johann at the screen and gave a small smile. He always tells her the right words. She sighed and smiled at him wider. “I know. I know.” She muttered. “I shouldn’t be talking about some other guys in front of you.” She teased. Johann smiled and shook his head. “No.” He replied. “You better be talking about other guys in front of me because that would make me know about the ‘other’ guys in your life.” He beamed. “I’d rather hear about them from you than from some other else.”

He let out a chuckle but didn't answer. The car drove down the main street. Neon lights flickered on both sides. I leaned against the seat and watched the city lights race past the window. For the first time, I felt that maybe marrying this so-called lunatic wasn't all that terrifying after all.

Late that night, the basement door creaked open. I looked up, frowning. Nancy strutted in, heels clicking, smirk locked in.

He gestured to the other two, who had paused to watch. “That is Grant”—the bearded one nodded—“and Marcus”—the serious one gave a small wave. “We share the house. Old army buddies turned business partners. Gym and security consulting.” Mia smiled nervously. “Nice to meet you.” Cole’s gaze lingered—friendly, but assessing. “You need help with boxes?” “Oh—no, I have got it. Last one.” He didn’t look convinced. “Offer stands. We are right next door if you need anything.”

I couldn’t care less. All those years I spent in captivity, the police couldn’t come to my rescue. I had to endure three painful years of my life as a sex slave to Mr. Stone. It was Austin and the others who saved me from that hell hole. So no matter what anyone says, these mafia members are my saviours. They had brought a new meaning to my life and given me hope. They are the good guys.

Many people believed he had died. After a while they came to the low grass path and slowed down. They were almost there. "So Divine the fallen, how is guard life?" He heard Arwin sneer. He started to think he had a death wish. "It's very much adventurous. How about being least best, cousin?" Mik answered before Divine could. "I was not talking to you sasquatch!" Arwin retorted. "Of course not little mouse." Orion said. "Do the two of you still hope he will find a mate and be the Alpha? Is that why you still hang around him?" Arwin said then started laughing like he had just been told the best joke in the world.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]