Baumgartner Novels & Stories

The first ten laps were easy to get through, but as I completed my fifteen laps, I began to feel my muscles scream while my lungs were burning with the lack of oxygen. Gamma Benjamin was standing in the same spot for the past fifty minutes, and he didn't even let me take a break to drink some water. By the time I was on my last lap, I began seeing stars while my head began to spin. “Done.” I heard Gamma Benjamin’s voice just then I collapsed on the grass as I gasped for air.

“Do you know if she’s seeing anyone?” “Elliot, can you go five minutes without drooling over the stray?” Someone said from beside him and I looked to see a raven with long blond hair framing his face with caramel eyes. He didn’t look like the others. There was something feminine about him despite being a male. He had kind eyes as he rested his chin on his palm. “That’s Adrian.” Kai cut in. “Linebacker. Number 5. Looks soft, but don’t be fooled by his looks, he hits like a truck.”

Not to mention he was about ten years older than Noah. When she finally caught her breath, she looked at him and found him smiling too, a small, private smile that reached his eyes first, crinkling the corners in a way that made them soften and warm. It transformed his whole face. She felt that smile somewhere low in her stomach. “What position do you play?” she asked. The bartender placed two perfect strawberry daiquiris in front of them. The man slid one toward her. “Ashton Graves. Stormriders. Defenseman.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Teagan is still processing the tie through the medium of talking about it at length to Breanna who is nodding with the patient expression of someone who has done this before. "Forty-two all," Santiago says, falling into step beside me. "Painful." "We didn't lose," I say, borrowing Teagan's position on the matter. "Neither did they." He glances over. "Ronan had three minutes and seventeen points to make up." "He almost did." I say "He almost did," Santiago agrees, and there's something in his voice when he says it -not admiration exactly, something more complicated. The particular tone of someone who knows the person they're talking about well enough to have feelings about them that don't fit

Heart pounding, I mirrored his movement. I leaned forward, repeating the exercise again and again. My legs burned. My balance faltered. On the fifth repetition, my foot slipped. The world tilted, and I crashed onto the grass with a thud. Laughter erupted from the other trainees. From across the field, Rosa watched me with a sharp, mocking smile that made my stomach twist. Before I could push myself up, Adrian was there. He crouched, his large hand hovering near my face for a moment before both hands gripped mine.

"Of course, Martinez's death also carries a whole host of benefits. South America would be yours. I have no interest in taking a cut." Gustavo remained quiet and thought for a few moments, "Okay. I'm in." "Wonderful," Leo said shaking his hand. "How about we begin this by you telling me everything you know about this overachieving teenager?"

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

I said as I got up to leave but he pulls me back. "Will you please just calm down?" he said. just then his phone beeps and as he was about to bring it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me. Run Erica Run

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.