Baumgartner Novels & Stories

“I used to love dancing. Then things got complicated. My mom never wanted me to get into this world, but you know how things are. I used to like ballet, and I used to learn it too.” He tilted his head. “Ballet,” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “That explains your posture.” I snorted. “You mean my spine?” “I mean the way you hold yourself. Like you could break and never let anyone see it.” He said, making my eyes soften. That silenced me for a moment. No one had ever noticed that before. “You sound like you’re analyzing me,” I said. “I am,” he said honestly. “You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.”

I looked up and saw her coming with Angelo. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:2e927fb5-9bf4-4f8b-ada8-55e150c27867-9" data-testid="conversation-turn-12" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The guards who saw me tearing through in the car like a madman must’ve tipped them off. I hadn’t even remembered to call them while I was taking her to the hospital.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

George Zabel’s expression frantically changed after seeing the man, then quietly exclaimed, “Aiden Bauer!” Harvey squinted. What a coincidence!

You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30? He widens his eyes in shock and this time it's my turn to smirk. He doesn't look 30 but I just enjoy the expression that I read from his handsome face. "Let's go home" he opens the driver's seat and gets in and I sit at the back. The drive to Nathan's house is quiet and I look out of the window the entire time, basking in pride of what just happened. After a while, he pulls up at a lush apartment complex. The exterior of the building gives a warm beautiful vibe with trees lined at the sides leading to a small river. Nathan leaves the car and I follow him. He hasn't said anything since and as much as this thrills me, it also

guys was enough to calm my nerves just a little but I was still fearing a bad outcome for Emery until I looked back at him and saw his naked form laying on the ground. He was covered in sweat, his chest heaving with every breath. He raised his head and glanced around with bulging eyes as we all stood quietly. We watched him bring his hands up to his face and inspect himself like a new born child finding their feet for the first time. The amazement and awe mixture was seeping out of him as a mega watt smile spread across his face, “Holy shit, y’all! Did you fucking see that? I thought I was dying but then I got this burst of energy and power that rushed through me. I feel like I could climb

Anthony stared into his glass of beer before drinking the entire glass in one long gulp. “That bad, huh?” his good friend Carter Roberts asked with a grimace. A pro baseball player for the Seattle Falcons, Carter always had a posse of fans following him around wherever he went. Tonight was no different. He’d already taken at least five photos with people, and Anthony could see a group of girls ogling him at the table behind them. It would only be a few more minutes before they got the courage to approach one of the most famous baseball players in the country and one of the most eligible bachelors around.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

There was life within her. He had wrapped his arms around her, silent, stunned, and then laughed like a man who had found the one thing he’d always been searching for. He listened to the heartbeat, closed his eyes, and said, “I would fight all the gods again for this.” Serena had never seen that kind of awe on his face. Not even when she’d defeated Solmyra. Not even when she returned from the dead. There, in that simple moment, he had crumbled—his heart open and overflowing.

Carter. *************************************************