Novelas y relatos de Bart Millard

Alpha Dalton caressed Millie’s head before saying, “its okay. I need to speak to these uncles real quick. Can you go back with Cassandra first? I will come pick you up once I’m done.” With a smile, Millie grabbed my hand and together we walked out of his office. I held the doorknob to close his office door on our way out. Right before I could close it shut, Alpha Dalton’s eyes briefly met with mine. I could see him fight back a smirk but it was faintly visible across his lips. I was momentarily stunned that I held the door halfway closed for a whole minute. It was only when Millie shook my hand to get me moving that I snapped out of it.

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

Darius ask, panting as he moves to me. “It involves your accident with the lady” He adds, whispering. I nod, shooting a glare in her direction before taking Darius to a secluded space. Changing back to my human form, I ask rather impatiently. “What is the matter? What did you stop me?” I reached my hand for a new pair of black pants and white long sleeved shirt stretched forward by one of my omegas. “My lord, your matter is more serious than we thought it to be at first. Habo found something…unpleasant”

Clinton stood beside me as the instructor set up the board. As we climbed onto the board, Clinton took the lead. He positioned himself first, feeling out the balance and control of the flyboard. With a powerful surge of water from the jets, he lifted off the surface, rising into the air with ease. I watched, breathless, as he soared above the water, his movements smooth and confident.

Even walking a few steps makes her tired. "Martha, is it okay if we film this interview?" Bart asked politely. Martha nodded. Neilson prepared the camera in front of them. When he's done, he gave the signal. "Good afternoon my dear followers and friends. This is Bartholomew Carter, broadcasting live with another of Salazar Simmons' victims, a woman he impregnated and left unsupported, Martha Stewart. Martha, how did you meet Salazar Simmons?" Bart started the interview.

the sixty-five-year-old said with a big smile. And he still hasn’t gotten his teeth fixed, Scott thought. Bart was worth close to a hundred million dollars. Scott couldn’t understand why Bart insisted on walking around with two front teeth missing and bad clothing. “Yes, it’s been about six – seven years, I think.” “Hell yeah, it’s been. Let me introduce you to my beauties. The one on the right is Shonda, and the one on my left is Nina.” “Hi,” the girls said as they waved to greet him.