Cale X Novels & Stories

And she hated it. --- Miles away, Kael stood in the training yard of the Bloodfang stronghold, shirtless and furious. His muscles gleamed with sweat as he launched his fists into the chest of a training dummy, breaking it in half with a savage snarl. His Beta, Rafe, watched from a distance, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "Something bothering you, Alpha?" Rafe asked casually. Kael didn’t answer. He picked up an axe, hurled it at the far target, and watched it sink into the center with a satisfying thunk.

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and

He leaned forward and pointed to the jagged scar left by the exit wound. Next, he pointed to a series of scars in a crescent along his left forearm. “This was a bite mark,” he explained, turning his arm over to show the matching scars on the other side. “From a rather nasty lizard, the sort that might think of Sasha as a snack. I was lucky to live, or perhaps not, given the months I spent in a medical facility fighting off the infection.” It was a gross oversimplification of what had occurred, but it was close enough for now.

the blonde bombshell seemed to be teetering on the edge, her hands gripping the bathtub edge, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip, feeling the relentless thrusts that kept her body on a rollercoaster ride. Each move made the blonde bombshell gasp for air, "uhh ahhh… Umm… Ahhh…" It wasn't their first rodeo, but the man was still going strong. Slap! Another slap landed on her peachy behind. "See! You still doubt Asian dudes' prowess! Even though they're not packing a sledgehammer, look at their endurance, it's been 30 minutes!" the man taunted with a wicked grin, pumping her peach like he was trying to start a lawnmower, leaving the blonde bombshell exhausted, leaning against the bathtub wall.

using only one word responses will get on his nerves but I’m hoping he has enough brains to understand that it’s easier to not get detected. “ it doesn’t look like he’s going to change course at all you have been walking in the same direction for about 3 hours now.” I heard Ryan say “ hey char, maybe you can kick one of those rocks and hit him in the back of the head” Creed laughed “ Will you both shut up!? This isn’t time to play games” Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him.

ACE "I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body."

"Can you get him a scotch on the rocks? Macallan if you have it. And a seltzer water with lime for Joseph. Make sure all this goes on my tab." "Sure thing." Kate cocked a hip and glared at Xavier. "You got something against rum?" "He's..." Allergic to coconut, but Peyton didn't want to advertize the info. "Um, Malibu doesn't agree with him." Xavier stared at the glass she'd confiscated, his jaw ticking and face pale. After a second, he lifted his gaze to hers, nodding a thank you. He looked at Kate. "I have an allergy to coconut." "Oh." Kate pursed her lips. "Good catch, Peyton."

“Looking forward to it.” The way he said it felt like a challenge. As Callahan turned to address the rest of the team, Damien leaned in slightly, his voice just for me. “Well, isn’t this a small world?” I stiffened, pulling back. “This is strictly professional.” His smirk deepened. “Strictly professional,” he echoed, like the words amused him. I turned to leave, needing distance, space, anything. But his next words stopped me cold. “You should know one thing.”

Alexandra says with a calm smile. "I'm just teasing," Christopher says. "But I like you this way. Most times try to control your anger and emotions. It's easier. Whenever someone says something you don't like. Drink a glass of what." Christopher smiles. "Does that even work?" Trisha chuckles.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.