Bar Novels & Stories

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

Suddenly, did something unnecessary like that. When the hotel staff opened the bathroom door. Daisy was lying in the hot warm in the bathtub, her face seemed relaxed. There were people interrupting her relaxing, Daisy was really surprised. She sat up in a hurry, quickly asked “what’s wrong?” Dash really wanted to eat Daisy, taught her a lesson but the hotel staff tried to avoid fighting “She is Ok. That is great. Don’t need to be angry.” After that the hotel staff left. Dash rushed into the bathroom like the wind. Daisy got out of the bathroom from inside. By inertia, Daisy fell into Dash's arms, both of them plopped down on the cold floor.

he asked before signaling the bartender. "Oh, I couldn't." Mum always told her not to accept drinks unless she wanted a man to get the impression she intended to put out. Although, given how her heart raced, and the heat pooled her cleft, perhaps this was one time she could test that theory. "I insist," he murmured, his voice low and caressing. Bailey swallowed and clenched her legs together as her whole body reacted to his sensual promise. The nameless cowboy, dressed in a worn plaid shirt and even more broken-in jeans that hugged his lean hips, held up two fingers. A moment later two beers landed in front of them, condensation rolling down their brown glass

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

A bunch of links began loading, and I tapped images. "I bet he's old." "And bald." "And has a beer gut." "Widower." "Yes!" "Oh, my god! Is that him?" Our heads bump and stay pressed together. I cannot believe my eyes. "are you seeing what I'm seeing?" "I have my glasses on." "Jesus Christ."

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Finishing her sentences she moved away from me. I can't win an argument with this woman for sure. I tried to reach her hand again and she jerked it off. My male ego got hurt too much. When I tried to forcefully get a hold on her hand, she moved in a certain manner that her back feet got tangled and she fell losing her balance. In the process of that Myra hit her head on the nearby wooden table. "Merda"(Shit). That was the only word that came out of her mouth when she sat down holding her forehead with her left hand. I scooted down to her level to check her wound. She was more than arrogant.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",