Burnin Mha Novels & Stories

I am surprised by what I read, a notice, a red notice, "Greetings Ms. Avery Anderson We are truly honored to have served you and satisfied you with your needs. Regrettably, we would like to inform you that we hereby sever our ties with you as you are held accountable for withholding the truth with your, including but not limited to your application process, reference answers, and other personal information you have given. All we asked is your transparency to us so we can confidentially and confidently secure you and satisfy you with our service. In light of this matter, we have decided to ban you from participating in any SEXONITE-related activities from this day forward. If you have any que

I murmured, trying to hide my amusement at the growl my former boss let out. “In Vivienne Sweet's dictionary, gorgeous and sexy are synonyms. So, if I were Tina's boss, who spends hours on his gorgeous mustache, I'd buy her another Old Fashioned and then walk her home because she's too tipsy to walk the small distance separating her from her bed.” “You,” Chief Sinclair pointed in my direction, gritting his teeth. “Don't you dare bringing her back. Your woman is banned from my station, understood?” “Hey! That's not fair. I didn't even ask to drive the truck...”

I just grinned and kept on eating. “I have to go into town and pick up some supplies. Meeting with Micah. I don’t think you’ve met him yet. He’s the Pack physician. He keeps me stocked in anything not over the counter. This guy,” I pointed to Baine, “keeps me on my toes. I haven’t restocked since his last big explosion.” Baine slammed down his sandwich. “I blow myself up one time and they’ll never let me live it down.” “You really blew yourself up?” Jasmine asked.

Alani Lane "Thought you'd never show up. Anyway, this is no longer your shared house with Shane; you have been replaced," Caroline spat when she opened the door. I had been dropped off minutes earlier by Alexander's driver. I just needed my share of cash from the safe and then disappear. Losing my clutch bag in the club had taken my cards, documents and even my car keys. Without my phone, I couldn't call Mia, so I really needed to get the cash for a hotel room or a BnB. I had hoped that I would find the housekeeper, but Caroline stood at the doorway, sizing me up as if I were rubbish.

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

She reached out and yanked my arm. "Move! We don't have time. They'll kill us," she hissed, her voice tight with urgency."There's a place—I think you might remember it too." The door swung open, and we stumbled into an enormous white hall. Rows upon rows of metal tables and chairs stretched before us like a forgotten assembly line. The fluorescent lights buzzed above, too bright, almost sterile. The room was vast, echoing, institutional—like a lecture hall or indoctrination chamber. A giant white screen loomed at the front of the room. Printed on it, stark and unmistakable, was the symbol: a bold, double N.

--- Marrakesh Vault—Same Time Dino and Sanchez advanced under cover of smoke, flanking the enemy with brutal precision. Kaleo lobbed a flashbang. The doors blew open. "All units, clear for breach." Inside, crates of data drives shimmered under LED lights. Sanchez grinned. "Found the rat nest." Riva’s voice came through the comms. "Leaking the Mirador identity… now." --- Unknown Location A silent bunker pulsed with alarms. A man in a grey turtleneck, his face obscured by a biometric mask, watched the fake leak appear on a secure terminal.

I stuttered. "Girl. I could feel that tension from across the room. It's fine, it's none of my business, but I'm here now Wren. You know you could come to me if it ever gets rough. I'll always be here." He took my hands in his, caressing. Assuring. This is crazy. This is tempting. The beep of my phone brought me out of my spiralling emotions. "Just curated the sickest movie playlist. Watch party. Mine or yours? "

It was a low, off-key humming, accompanied by the heavy, stumbling thud of boots through the undergrowth. Aarnold, a massive bear shifter who had been helping the centaurs with the heavy lifting earlier that day, staggered out from the tree line. He was clutching an empty clay jug that smelled of the fermented honey and mountain herbs the fairies called Sun-Fire Rum. His eyes were glazed, and he was swaying dangerously on his feet, clearly three sheets to the wind.