Bk Borison Novels & Stories

call my big brother when I can’t seem to get out of my own head because he truly gets me. and I honestly believe that mixing lemon pepper and hot sauce is the key to a good wing.” She grinned and smacked me on the shoulder, “What about you? You’re not getting off that easy.” I chuckled and ran my thumb over her soft skin on her hand, “I’m so glad you said that about the wings because that might have been the deal breaker,” I smiled and continued on, “The woods are my happy place. These mountains and rivers are where I feel the best. I can shift and let Knox be free which in turn makes me free. I dislike people who don’t take family seriously. My momma and sisters are my safe place. I can go

my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this morning. He didn’t get the chance cause I kneed his balls and bit his hand,” I snorted. “Wait, so this ‘drifter’ groundskeeper didn’t touch you, but the director’s son did? Where is the prick?” dad demanded, now turning his anger at Mister Moors.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Clever Janice. He nods, opens the back door, and cracks his knuckles. “Give me a name, and I’ll ensure he doesn’t come back here.” “Niall Horan,” Janice quickly responds, naming her abusive ex-boyfriend. That jerk is a disgrace to the magical world. He’s a totally asshole wolf. “Stay safe, ladies.” “Thank you. Thank you so much!” Janice kisses the bouncer on the cheek, and I think I see him blush.

“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.”

He smirked and winked at his friends as the youngsters made their way over. "Gramps, what's that on your plate?" Kyle pointed at the offensive leftover pie. Clancy rolled his eyes and held his hand out towards the other occupants at the table. "Never mind that come on and meet my friends. You already met Gus and Arty, but this here is Theo, Deke, and Charlie. Boys, this is my grandson Kyle, and you all know Kerryanne."

Bryson said, “Beckham is not as simple as he seems, Mr. Yarde. It would be best for you not to act rashly before looking into the situation properly.” Kayson asked, “Are you acquainted with this person, Mr. Yost?” Bryson recalled for a moment. “I’ve interacted with him before… It’s hard to describe him, but I find him to be peculiar and unlike an ordinary man.” Kayson was slightly astonished because he figured that Beckham was just an ordinary man, unlike Bryson, who was a skilled fighter. Yet, Bryson described Beckham in such a peculiar manner. Hence, he said, “Noted. I’ll find an opportunity to get in touch with him later.”

My body was exhausted coupled with the fact that I couldn't see past the heavy rain seeming to pour from the sky. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. I still haven't found answers to my numerous questions. This was my last thought before I finally lost control of my body and let the strong current carry me ... *** The storm outside eased a little but it was still dark outside and he could tell that the storm only calmed down a little but there was still more to come. He continued reading the book positioned in his hands. His thoughts momentarily straying to his sad excuse of a family. Mr and Mrs. Bronx popularly known as 'The Bronxes'. He remembered the night when his parents had suggest

Baylor POV When we walked through the door of the conference room ’Shammus’ started chanting again as the staring guy came forward with his hand extended to shake mine. “Baylor, good to see you. I am Clive Kelly and this is Phineas Brody my best friend as you would say. The other fellows here are Fergus, Aidin, and Arthur,” Clive said as introductions. “This is Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman, my best friends.”

“I choose myself first. These twins are mine. I will raise them here while I train and learn the truth about my blood. No one owns me.” Damon nodded slowly. “Then train with me. I will help you grow stronger.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “This is not over. I will return.” He shifted into his big black wolf and ran back into the woods. The pack started to leave, whispering loudly. Cassandra blinked at me, giving one hateful look at me as she left That night, after my twin pups fell asleep with Scarlett, I met Damon in the deepest woods. Moonlight lit the side of the woods where we had been together before.