But Why Is The Rum Gone Novels & Stories

Then I passed out, for hours, waking up the next day when the sun was setting. If my calculations were right, that means tge blood moon was tomorrow!! My stomach sank. "The pack?" I asked, almost dreading the answer. James looked away. That was never a good sign. "James, tell me." "The pack..." He took a deep breath. "The pack is gone, Damon." My heart stopped. "What do you mean gone?" "I mean we don't have many packs left anymore. It's just chaos and fear that is left." I could feel his anger, his hands turned into fists, "We were betrayed."

I was quite pleased that their jars were made of glass. “Let her do whatever she wants. She’s a lady, and she has a right to her well-being. Besides, she has you to take care of her.” He chuckled, but my husband listened to him and allowed me to have a taste of the rum. This rum had a peculiar taste, making me wonder how they were able to create this from corn. This is hard to believe. The wine burned my throat, but the aftereffects were quite hard for me to control. I took two cups consecutively, but Alpha Malone stopped me from taking the third.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

"I knew you're a man of your word. Come on, let's have a drink." He left with Wilbur, and Zenith shut the door after all of them were out. The runes lit up, and the room was sealed once more. The three men returned to the living room in Emperor Tyler's quarters, where he took out a bottle of aged rum and swiveled it around. "Angostura Rum. They only sold twenty bottles of this worldwide." Wilbur said nothing. Emperor Tyler opened the bottle, and Zenith fetched two crystal goblets. Emperor Tyler swirled the bottle around one more time before pouring himself and Wilbur a glass. "Cheers."

"Stop. "Why bother with pointless struggles at this point?" I turned to Harriet. "You made a big mistake thinking my dad was overseas all this time. "Didn't you ever wonder why he hadn't visited me in over two years, if we got along so well? "Why was I the only one managing his company's business?" Harriet just bit her lip and stayed quiet. I let out an icy laugh and spoke slowly, making sure every word hit home, "A dead man tells no tales."

Cianna's POV: "I'm sorry, it was me who kissed Cianna, please don't be mad at her." I heard Rod said that to Rum. After Rum found us kissing I left immediately. When I decided to go back I found them talking. "Just shut up and leave!" Rum shouted at him. Rod didn't speak anymore, he left immediately as Rum had said. When Rod left I approached Rum. I want to ask him why he is here and what he needs. "Why are you here?" I asked him calmly. He didn't answer right away, he just looked me in the eyes.

"Don't forget to sign the Bond-Breaking Agreement. If you won't, I can always buy the bond-breaking potion from a healer." Before he could even respond, I got up and left the cafe.

I pressed the button and the TV screen blacked out. I think it’s best I quit B.A.D. It’s going nowhere for me. What’s the point of sticking to Rum anyway? Aside from that voice in my mind telling me every now and then that he needs me, Rum seems to be doing well without me. Maybe that voice has been a part of my imagination. I’m not even part of that world…the Moon Goddess doesn’t even know I existed… Why am I barging in, declaring to be a special part of Rum’s life?

My hand locks around his collar. “What exactly am I paying you for?” My voice comes out low. Dangerously low. His face pales. “To get results,” I snap. “Not excuses.” My grip tightens. “So tell me. Why do you keep showing up here empty-handed?” “I-I promise I'm trying.” He struggles to speak. “The footage from that night disappeared completely. Every backup is gone. Even the bartender can't be found anywhere.” My jaw clenches. Hard. The footage disappeared. The bartender vanished.

“What makes you think I’d ever go back with you? “Sean, do I need to remind you? We’ve been divorced for a long time. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Sean clutched at his ears like he couldn’t bear to hear it, breathing heavily. He stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!”