Bb X Rae Novels & Stories

else. God why is this painful? Rave thought. Rave forced himself to smile at Peter and nodded. "You can talk to me. I'll help you sort it out." --- The class has not ended yet. Rave has a vacant time before his last subject so he went to his locker to get some books. The hallway's not busy as some are having their classes and only few are roaming around. When Rave arrived at his locker, he opened it. His locker's well organized and aren't full. He pulled the book at the top. He was about to close it when his eyes stopped at a certain picture.

"Tell that shit to Raze when he comes back and finds Luna dead!" Her eyes flew open in shock. "D..ddd…eadd?" She stuttered and Brent even grew more agitated at her question that seemed exciting to her. "You're the fucking Chief Maid, but you left your duties and let your other girls beat her up to death. Gamma Bryan wasn't an example right, She had better wake up before he comes or.." Brent stopped as he felt a presence behind him with that scent. "Or What?" Raze asked him, walking in with his guards and looking like a runaway model with his spiky brown hair and Adonis's face, He wore ripped Jeans with a customized White Canvas that had his name on it and a pure white Polo shirt.

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV

Rae Brax’s idea of restraint lasted exactly as long as it took him to reach the strength game. “I was going to suggest an educational experience,” he said. “With the mallet?” “Learning through action.” “I’m not doing it.” “You lack vision.” “I possess self-preservation.” He handed me his unfinished skewer. “Fine. Watch someone with courage.” “Is he here?” Brax stared at me. I sipped my cider. “Cruel.” “You’ll recover.”

“What, and miss the show?” I scan the chaos before me. I’ve got a half dozen folks seated in a row, another handful in random clusters hither and yon, and two souls shuffling off toward the tunnels, bored with the proceedings. “What show?” Rae lifts an eyebrow. “You know. The girls.” She gestures at my boobs. “And that bad boy.” She nods at my butt and winks. “What do you mean?”

"Y-yo-yo-" "Oh is the high and mighty Priestess of the gods speechless now?" Rae asked her with a smile as she turned to face her grandmother, flipping her hair backwards with her hand, she makes sure it wiped Tamara's face since she was near her. "Please grandma, remind me once again why the priestess is here again?" Rae said with a singing tone as she flipped her hair once again to stare at Tamara's face. Lillian rolled her eyes, Rae is impossible.

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

There's pictures of Rae swinging on an old tire swing with a popsicle grin, her hair brown in the picture. "Ah yes, that is when my Rae still acted like a lady," Bailey tells me over my shoulder. Bailey is dressed in a nice black dress with fake flowers in her hair, a far cry from her yoga clothes the other night. I frown, looking at Rae talking to her sister by the table. "She seems all woman to me," I inform her, eyeing Rae. Bailey's eyes flash with surprise before masking into admiration. "Well aren't you sweet." She swats my shoulder with a rag she had over her shoulder.

“Ah, yeah, his big brother-” “I wonder what that Gab trying to show us?” ask while still looking around. “Surely to show us he have a family-” The one been silent this whole time sneered, silent the two, while the other scorn even more. His gaze intense, trying to show them he's confidence. “He's thought to address before the diety Arsy,” his voice gentle this time, gone the sneered. “So what do you think Gab trying to show us?” “It's his family-”