Baca Mad Place Novels & Stories

I just let the silence swallow me whole. Sometimes I don't leave my room for days. The world outside feels too loud, too much. Is it sick that I bought a bottle of the body mist Beatrice wears? That I spray it on my pillows just so, for one fleeting moment, my brain tricks me into believing she's here beside me? Probably, but I don't give a fuck.

Seeing the latest shared photos and location, he immediately ordered, "Get the car ready!" "Where are we headed, Underboss?" "Muse Club." Tonight, Lucia was throwing a bachelorette party. He was going to collect what she owed.

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

Usually by this time, April G would be home, but for some reason, she is not. “Ben?” he repeated. The room continued to keep itself in silence, prolonging any response. It is not like her to take extra shifts today, Madison thought to himself. Madison then shrugged it off and went back on the couch as he turned on the TV. “Well, what Lawrence doesn’t know won’t get me in trouble,” Madison says as he relaxes on the couch. He spent half an hour surfing through the channels until finally he came across the news channel that he saw before.

Pine and smoke and storm and something dark underneath that used to feel like home. Now it feels like poison. My chest aches. My ribs feel too tight. Every step forward feels like walking through glue. I hear whispers start. “That’s him.” “The Mad Alpha.” “No way. That’s her?” “She’s alive?” “She looks…” “She looks untouched.” I keep moving. My wolf snarls at every voice. They know nothing. None of them were there. None of them bled the way we did. I hear his footsteps shift. I feel it when he moves closer. The air tightens again. Like a storm about to break.

Anise shook her head while casting a glance at a piece of a photograph that had turned yellow, stamped on the dressing table. It was a picture of her at university. She was standing in front of the library and smiling shyly. It was a picture Liam had painstakingly tracked down after scouring through the archives. He had it carefully framed before putting it up over the bed in their bedroom. The butler announced after gently knocking on the door, “Miss Buccaneer, there's an express delivery for you.” Liam frowned as he took the package, “Anonymous sender.” The two were puzzled. They were residing in a foreign country and could not figure out who could possibly send them a parcel.

She couldn’t stay here. Not even another night. Her body moved on instinct as she rushed upstairs, nearly stumbling into the bedroom. The room looked the same as it had this morning. Her half-finished laundry was still there, the bed still made, while sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft, indifferent beams. Marcie’s breath hitched. How could the world look so normal when everything inside her was collapsing? She went straight to the closet and yanked it open. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed a suitcase from the floor. The zipper sounded too loud in the quiet room.

Another soft, small hand touched my face and stroked me. "Momma will be fine. Ace and Poppa are here." Ace's small voice made its way to my senses. I looked up at Ace, smiling softly until his face blurred in my vision. I kept looking at Ace until the darkness reached me again. I could still faintly hear the heavy voices of men and women talking. "How bad is she?" "Very bad," *** There was a speck of darkness. And then light. I blinked and twisted as the light disappeared.

She looked down, embarrassed at her immature behavior, “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, OK? I need to go. You saved my bacon again. “ She grabbed her stuff, leaving. “Anytime, Briar.” He replied, headed toward the cafeteria. Smiling to herself, Briar made her way to her truck and melted into the seat. This was the worse first day she’d ever had, it was time for her to get a double shot espresso and zone out, livestream chat with Rina. Stopping at the Coffee Shake, a mix of coffee and milkshakes drew her in. The best coffee shops really were in Colorado. On her way home, Bri took the time to slow down and enjoy the area before finally giving in and going home. Not wanting to cook dinner, Briar

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