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The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

Damon passed around a tray of cups filled with honey-sweet tea. “No speeches,” he said. “Just presence.” They sat in silence. Together. Listening. Breathing. Grateful. And then, from the shadows, Grace spoke up. “Grandpa?” “Yes, my light?” “I want to make a new Flamekeeper’s book.” Everyone turned. “But this time… it’s not about the past. It’s about the future.” Cassie smiled. “What will you call it?” Grace looked up at the stars and whispered: “The Fire We Haven’t Lit Yet.”

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.

'Silly, girl, you should never run from a predator, and I was one Apex, motherfucking, predator. I thought as I tugged on my leather jacket and slung my cut over the top. Every patch had been earned the hard way; no one had ever given me an easy ride, and the two that gave me the most pleasure were simply the ones that red. 'President' and my biking name, Diamond, because I was hard and I was beautiful. I wasn't bigheaded or a narcissist; I could see what was in the mirror, and everyone commented on it. My face got me more pussy than I could handle, and I even had guys hitting on me, which amused my brothers no end.

he whispered, his lips barely brushing mine. I froze. Blinked. Then slowly stepped back, clearing my throat. “S…s-sorry,” I stammered, suddenly very aware of how my palms were sweating. He smirked like he’d seen this happen before. “It’s okay. I get that a lot.” He turned, heading back inside casually — like he hadn’t just lit me on fire. “Oh,” he added over his shoulder, “I sent my men to bring back the bike.” Right. The bike. War. Packs. Chaos.

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Moore put down the cup of tea on the table before he crossed his legs, showing a luxurious shoes from the brand Roose. “Brandon told us about it. He’s not good at hiding and I guess he never planned on hiding to us. He was so excited when he talked about Brent and so we got excited as well. You know, Brandon is 38 and he needs an heir and… Luna to protect him.” My forehead wrinkled. “Luna?” I asked. He lifted his hand and then gently scratched his temple. “Well… more like a Queen of the pack.” “Queen of the pack?”

"I hope you would still be that person in your real world, you don't have to go back to who you used to be" "I fully intend to, if you come with me" i say sitting down and pulling her to sit on my laps "You want me to come with you?" she asked shocked "Yes, but first" i pull out my phone and g****e myself "am Jordan Baker " i say showing her the results of my search on the news feed “Am not some man, am the owner of Baker industrues, my life is not simple at all, it's elegant and complicated, but with you by my side i can be the man i always wanted to be”

As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up. Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new one.