Billy Walters Book Novels & Stories

Black is my favorite color—it reflects what's inside my soul so well: everlasting darkness and bitterness. "You're leaving already?" I peer up towards the ceiling. Billy is wearing only a pair of washed-out jeans and a necklace with a bear tooth. He carelessly lights a cigarette inside his cabin. "Yup," My answer is short. Billy laughs. His blonde hair is sweaty and glued to his neck, and my heart nearly stops at the sight of his playboy muscles. There is a heart tattooed over his brawny chest, but I suspect there is nothing inside. "Can't you stay longer? I was just about to make pancakes for breakfast. I'm not good in the kitchen, but pancakes I can handle,"

I stand up and meander over to the calendar. Three weeks. Three weeks and I lose control again. I will become something I’m not, something I don’t even remember, and I will ruin yet another innocent person’s life. I reach out and touch the day that is circled in blue ink, half expecting it to bite me. “We will be ready this time,” Billy says from behind me. Scaring me half to death. “Why do you do that?” I breathe. “It’s fun for me to watch my Alpha jump?” he asks jokingly

Billy just waves his reasoning off and walked passed him to sit down and gestures for him to join her . " Look Carlos do not beat yourself up, I will like to think that I Know goddaughters alot to know that they miss Thier family and I totally understand ok" Carlos starts feeling relief immediately. " Thank you billy , I have been so worried about this, that I almost did not bring them here, knowing how close they are to Thier family, but it's a huge relief that you understand" he finishes with a dejected sigh , billy sees this and just smiles ,. " No worries Carlos am just worried about letting them out and about , due to their uncle's tendency to be a cad"

He was out of his depths here. Thomas and William both are close enough to touch the men. Thomas suddenly moved with unbelievable speed grabbing Billy and moved amongst the graves. Before he even could utter a word, he found himself beyond the gates looking inside. He barely noticed Andy running down the street. Billy had lost his balance and landed on the wet ground. He tried looking around but sees nothing. He can still sense something moving around him but his eyes can’t seem to catch whoever. “Why are you back Billy?” William talked behind him. He watches his son scrambling to get onto his feet.

It turns out that to save a beautiful girl only needs a few random kicks. "But then again, you'd better not heroically save another beautiful lady in the future. Your wife is kind of a shrew. If she finds out about this, you and I will be finished. Besides, given the lesson I've learned before, how can you..." Billy hadn't finished yet, but when he slightly turned his head sideways, he saw Charlie had fallen asleep and even let out a slight snore. "What the fuck! I rarely have such deep thoughts, but you don't even pay attention!"

Layla looked confused. "What? I don't understand." She responded. "I knew that you were angry with me and I needed to do something so you would love me again. I had to prove my loyalty and show you that I'm not weak. After we were picked up, Tate was furious. He kept saying that he was going to use his Dad's money to get out of this and then he was going to really get you. He wanted me to press charges against you and your friends. I refused and he got mad at me after a while. He was telling me in detail what he wanted to do to you. I told him to stop. That he wasn't worthy of you. He got even angrier and told me that he was going to pin everything on me. I was going to take the fall while h

“Oh, sorry, brothers! Wrong tent. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything!” The two men exchanged wary glances, one of them subtly reaching for his weapon. Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. You guys have a good night.” He exited the tent casually, but as soon as he was out of sight, he bolted toward the rendezvous point. When he arrived, Charles was already there, waiting in the shadows. “What did you find?” Charles asked. Billy recounted the encounter, emphasizing the rogue tattoos. Charles’s face darkened.

Just close. “You’re making this worse,” Billy said quietly. “For who?” Alexander asked. “For everyone.” “Did she beg?” Alexander said. Billy’s face hardened. “You weren’t there.” “No,” Alexander replied. “But you were.” Silence. Billy stepped back slightly. “Be careful who you trust,” he said. “Not everyone splitting from the Twelve is doing it for the right reasons.” Then he walked away. That line lingered longer than it should have. — That evening, Richard called.

I scream, I had his hands pinned behind his back and his face slammed to the bookshelf. " Heedah, calm down, it's me, Billy " He stated and I spring him over immediately so that his face was visible. " Billy? " I called out when I saw it was really him. T. B. C

were at the top of the fucking food chain! "Still....those things are getting bold." Walter supplied. "Invading, then killing moose's and horses and now attacking our homes." Walter told his siblings with a heavy air, though nothing about his tone or expression really managed to change. Calmly he tossed down the shredded piece of curtain that he had used to remove the black spit from his arm then he straitened up to his full height and took a deep breath it was the only sign that the larger brother was feeling any pain from his injured. But Walter simply let his breath out and said next. "We also haven't found any leads on Billy's whereabouts and after this I'd have to agree with Ezekiel. I'