Bwwm Novels & Stories

_ 7:30 (ACTA BEACH ) Angelo walks closer to the sand beach, looking so confused. He was wearing a grey short and white turtleneck sleeve and sneakers on his feet, his hair, well-brushed. "Where could she be? She called me secretly to come to the beachfront, and now she's nowhere to be seen." he keeps on walking, not quite long, his eyes landed on a well-recognized figure. It was Yemi. "I've been looking forever for you!" he exhales as his eyes twinkle in excitement as he smiles at the dark beauty.

“Vaughn. Leilani Amara Vaughn.” The name echoed like it belonged to a ghost, bouncing off the concrete and metal walls that had held her for more than ten years. But the ghost stood up. Pale. Scarred. Wearing goodwill jeans two sizes too big and a sweater that swallowed her whole. The wounds ran deeper than skin buried in places the mirror no longer recognized. The property officer—a woman with beady eyes and a face carved permanently into boredom—read from Leilani’s inventory list in a flat, monotone drone. The exhaustion of the job clung to her like lint.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out . " You can do this Aria ...Calm down don't get angry , you're doing this for Red" I muttered under my breath as I stared back at the night club . I walked in and the bouncer looked at me . " Ma'am you can't work into club looking like a Nun " he said reffering to my dress and I bit my lower lip softly . " What's wrong with my dress ? I wondered as I stared at the sleeve hands ..my chest area was covered since it was a long neck dress . It was free and ended just after my knees .

He would make a good stripper, I must say. "Vala will ascend the throne, and there's no one to stop him. Where the hell is that short vampire Guardian, Momo, anyways?" He grunted. "Momo, guardian? What are you talking about?" I asked. He raised his hands from the water, moving towards me. I couldn't take my eyes off his abs; they were just dripping with… "Momo is the shortest vampire dwarf who became the guardian and protected this fucking realm from the vampire realm. He was the only one who could unlock the gates of the underworld and free Vala, so how did you come about it?" He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance.

Not in the sense that she was off a different species anyway. He made the drive to the clans hotel, The Cave, where they ran a secret society of werewolf hunters out of the basement. Parking at the back of the building, out of sight, he gathered Cilyna in his arms again. She groaned in protest as she slowly regained consciousness, yet not enough to fight against him. He took the special elevator that only lead to the facilities below ground where they examined and questioned the captives.

At first, she thought it was the nymph thing, but then again, she seemed to like Zephyra well enough. Zephyra took a breath, not sure what to say to that. Instead, she decided to introduce Brady. “Mrs. Apolea, I’d like you to meet Brady Shaw. He’s a TWRA officer here to investigate the animal deaths. He’s also an old friend of mine.”

Then she remembered that there might be a way. A few months back the new mayor had made a big deal over the fact that he'd single handedly brought Internet service to their little backwoods haven. She knew a little bit about free wireless connections so she searched around for one in the area and lucked out. That brought her second real smile of the day. They were coming easier now than they had in a long time.

He looks at him and says, " Come on, kid, get off the bus. I got to go, " Nobody cares, He thought. A wave of emotions overcame him as he steps down off of the bus, his feet are heavy, heart palpitating, waterfalls flowing out of his eyes. He walked forward. He stands atop The Golden Gate Bridge walkway, staring and leaning over the four foot nothing rail, peering down to the looming waters below. Ace walks back towards the traffic, He runs as fast as he could and throws himself over the rail. He smiles and looks at the icy waters.

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