Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

“Arthur was devastated. He felt extremely guilty about believing Ron. Had he not believed him, Lenna would still be alive. He considered filing an FIR against Ron but he was afraid that he’d be suspected too. Besides, Lenna wasn’t identified by the police yet and the case eventually became cold. Arthur was a coward….But after this, he became disturbed.. started to behave irrationally, he would drink day and night. We were afraid he’d die at this rate. The only time he remained sane was when he played with Charlotte. We were skeptical about letting him near her but she seemed to bring out the good in him, so we allowed it. However, we would never leave her alone with him. As days went by, Art

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

John Legend all of me blast the speakers while we dance. " you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen "he comments looking me straight in the eyes I mean I am single " Thank you , you look good as well" I am Jacob " I am Amanda " Nice to meet you I definitely want your number seeing you in this dress has had me thinking not so nice things " I smile as I am about to reply Mr Parker slides in "May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good.

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

the bald guy greeted, gesturing to the couch in front of him, "have a seat." Gunnar gestured for me to do as the man said, undoing the button on his blazer jacket and sitting next to me, "Mickey," he nodded at the bald guy, "Eddie," he did the same to the guy with long hair. "Who's this pretty lady?" Eddie asked with a saccharin grin. Gunnar, almost instinctively, hooked his arm around me and tucked me into his side, "She's with me," he answered, glaring at him in an almost daring manner. He was waiting for Eddie to challenge him on it.

Then, turning to the man, he smiled and added, "Uncle Ben, this is Dean." Hearing the name "Uncle Ben," Dean’s heart skipped a beat, his expression betraying a flicker of unease and alertness that he couldn't hide. The mention of the man's name hit him like a bolt of lightning, slicing through his thoughts and piercing the deepest corners of Dean Harrison’s memory. Benjamin Winston. The name echoed in his mind, instantly triggering a discomfort that made him feel like he was drowning in an unfamiliar yet deeply unsettling past.

To insure that hunters didn't get to close to pack lands there was a treaty made to keep humans out of their lands. The sound of heavy steps and snapping branches gets louder as a large silver wolves emerges from the shadows. "I'lol only need a few minutes to pack up my gear" bending over I pick my wet shirt up and go to put it back on. The sound of bones cracking makes me turn back around to see Nixon standing in front of me completely naked. "Why are you out here" he asks. I don't answer. Taking a pair of basketball shorts out of my bag I toss them to him, he slips them on and walks closer to me.