روايات وقصص ضمن Austin Theory X

Shannon stood and admired him as he spoke with Tia and telling her that they are leaving and making arrangements as to when they will meet again. Austin appeared around the corner where he was helping the troll in the burning of the bodies of his kind, he had on ripped jeans with a muscle top, he was a bit shorter than Kieran but not too short, the has broad shoulders and huge arms showing off his werewolf strength. His hair was cut short in a beautiful haircut, he had beautiful ocean green eyes.

Noticing Mia's discomfort, Austin's expression softened. Unaware of the true cause of her distress, he continued, his tone sympathetic. "I apologize if I startled you. Please know that I mean no harm. I simply wanted to ask for your mom's contact information." Axel, feeling protective of his Mom, interjected, his voice filled with concern. "Why do you need her contact?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Austin met Axel's gaze, his intentions transparent. "It's been a while since we've seen each other, and I thought it would be nice to reconnect as friends. I assure you, there's no ulterior motive. I just want to stay in touch."

"Huh? Oh, them. ... I had a bad phase when the school started. My parents just got a divorce back then and I rebelled, so I run into the wrong friends. The guys, I knew from back then. It really helped me when I joined the soccerclub." The whole I just listened and was pretty surprised to hear the story of Austin being a bad boy. Especially when he cuddled me like a baby. "I see. You didn't had it easy either, huh?", I said while patting his head. "Yeah. But thats why you don't need to worry that I would leave or forget you." When I looked over to make eye contact, Austin was sound asleep. The rest of the night was peacefull for the most part, except the occassional snore of Austin.

He straightened up, towering over her, his presence suddenly cold enough to frost the windows. "I don't serve 'God’s creatures,' and I certainly don't serve 'Blessed Ones,'" Austin stated, his voice a flat, metallic rasp that cut through her sweetness like a chainsaw. "My hands, my blades, and my very breath have only ever belonged to one person. And you aren't her." Selene’s smile twitched. "I only meant..." "I know what you meant," Austin interrupted. He reached up, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his Ventus tunic with a slow, deliberate motion. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing the tan, scarred skin of his pectoral muscle.

Can't take any chances because karma is as real as a black eye. Austin is wearing a grey T-shirt and jean trousers. I remember the shirt from the first time I went to see him in his study. It hugs his body, like my arms should, and fits him properly. As they walk by, my eyes are on him. He is looking at Robin Hood, listening to him blab about the amount of resources he has spent on constructing a ferris wheel. Who the hell cares? Not Austin, I definitely can tell. As they come closer, Austin stops looking at his tour guide and looks at us. I nearly fall on my ass. The children push me from behind and I bounce back on my feet, while they yell their excitement. They have no goddamn idea.

Thiago mostly. We were sent to take a role as being in high school and it was only supposed to last a couple months. A couple months turned in to a year and here we are, still chasing after Austin and his antics because he's a little snake. To break it down, the schools lover boy Austin Reynolds was part of a rival gang who raped and murdered girls just for not being good at sex. If that wasn't bad enough they also took part in human trafficking with girls as young as 14.

Why does it seem to be a problem to everyone? "I bought an omega, got her pregnant, big deal." Austin shook his head while putting out his cigarette. He's a big guy too, anyone would be afraid of him. He also has tattoos running all over his arms and neck and you wouldn't see him without a cigarette. He loves to smoke a lot. With Austin, he wanted a mate no matter the gender or the title. He told me all the time that he would accept that person since it was the work of the goddess to pair them together. I've never thought about things like that and I sure as shit won't be starting right now.

I say, grateful an actual sentence came out of my mouth this time. "None of your damn business. Just know that I have a fucking gash on my face, stitch it up or whatever you need to do, hand me my baby Tylenol that you will probably prescribe me, and release me, I got shit to do." Austin says. He may be beautiful on the outside, but his personality is that of a boar. If he thinks I'm going to let him get away with talking to me that way, he has another thing coming.

warned Angelo. "It's a good thing I'm prepared for an all-out war then," Austin replied, searching his pockets for his cigarettes. While Tim listed all the profitable nightclubs in the Bay, Pine Crest and Rock Castle, Angelo crunched the numbers, and Austin had his first smoke in roughly six hours. "Cruise Control," said Tim, tapping the marker on the board. "Too soon," Austin shook his head. "Maybe when the shit with Amos dies down." "Did you really have to go trigger-happy on Amos?" asked Angelo.

Austin says to them. I am shaking in my boots in excitement. Austin is just so smart and knows how to be extra cunning. He knows how to play around with human emotion. I do not really blame him. Before discovering his passion, he had a thing for philosophy. He has read almost all the great books that have to do with human philosophy and psychology from forty eight laws to power to art of seduction and much more. I am not surprised he can pull these tricks off when he wants to, but I get impressed anytime he does it. "Oh we understand." Sharon says. "However, I will still join you. I do not want you choosing a venue we do not like." He says. "who is coming with me?" He asks his other brothers