Babbitt Novels & Stories

Then he stood and walked to the clear banister with the silver railing and turned his back toward me. "Montague?" he asked, looking out onto the city's lights. "I don't suppose Shakespeare wrote a play about your family?" "Different Montagues, I believe." He turned around, his arms crossed over his chest. The position pulled the seams of his shirt, straining them against his shoulders. "As in Montague Corporation—tobacco." "Yes."

MIRIAM *29 years ago* “Are you fucking serious?” Gabe roared, jolting the table from hitting it when he stood. As if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed the solid oak piece of furniture and shook it violently. Plates jumped, glasses tipped, and wine splashed across the tablecloth. I instinctively reached out, trying to steady my own plate while simultaneously scooting back to dodge the onslaught of food missiles. “That’s enough, Gabe!” my father—Alpha Bruce—rose to his full height, his presence radiating fury. “Stop it!”

Edmund smiled slightly and said, "Lord Babbit, do you have any last wishes?" "You… Edmund!" Babbit reached out his right hand and walked quickly toward Edmund. However, before he could reach Edmund, his body suddenly froze. His skin rapidly shriveled, and then turned into a skeleton. With a dull thud, the Dark Mask fell to the ground. With a swift motion, Edmund turned Babbit's skeleton into powder, which scattered in the wind. At that moment, Firton rushed in from outside. As Babbit's most trusted subordinate, Firton had always been assigned to handle tasks close to Babbit.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

"Why do you call me that? You always call me that and I've never been able to figure out why." "Little Fighter? Because it's what you are." The honestly in his eyes was breathtaking. I frowned, "But I'm not. I mean I know I'm not exactly statuesque but I'm really not a fighter. Never have been." If I could fight maybe I wouldn't have frozen that night. Head tilted to the side Max seemed to study me, puzzled. "That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it."

I can still see his sunken-in cheeks when I bend really close, but he looks better than he has in years. “Thanks, Tally,” Hunter mutters, “but it's more than just her not getting punished. You need to see her in those videos, so… broken. I have to get them wiped completely.” Talon nods, then turns to me. “Could you pass the silverware?” I blink at him. “Do you mean the plate?” “Yes.” “Then say plate. No one fucking calls it silverware.” Talon only cocks his brow at me, as if to say there's no need to argue when he has enough money to buy my destiny ten times over.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

He went on and on for minutes before lifting a glass of wine. "Let's make a toast to new friendships, new deals and to Taurus AT500." They all raised their glass. When he dropped form the podium Marcellus directed her towards him." That's Henri Knight, owns Taurus car company." Marcellus spoke. Mr Knight who had been busy discussing with a few people sat on a chair with a raven haired female beside him and a glass of scotch. "I must say your cars are exraordinaire." Knight, turned to face him."are you a lover of the Taurus collection?"

worse by taking it out on him. I winced at the thought and shook my head, “Was this Genevieve lady a witch?” I stared at Dalton as he took another curve like a pro race-car driver with one hand on the wheel and the other on mine. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, “The most powerful witch to have ever existed.” I could feel fear and sadness coming off of him. Which made me wonder what the hell happened to Genevieve. I sat there like a statue staring at the road with the gears turning in my head. This could explain mine and family’s odd ways. The dreams and also being able to pick up on emotions better than the average person. I saw the turn coming up that would take on to the ro

she asks in her Spanish accent. "Yes ma'am, but I was wondering if you could add something special with it," I say with a smile and look at Nana. "Nana, this is where I need your help. I thought maybe a stuffed animal or something to go with it?" She smiles and takes a look around the shop. She comes back with a mother penguin smuggling her baby. I instantly thought of her and Macy. I spot a monkey for Macy and Marcia gives me the usual discount. "Elliott is the only one who gets a discount. She saved my store a few years ago," she says to Nana. "A couple of young gangsters were destroying everything and trying to break into my safe. One of them had a gun to my head, but she took all three o