Casey Ambrose Novels & Stories

Takes what he's owed. He pulls at the strap of my Minnie Mouse bra and lets it snap back against my skin. The brief sting is nothing. I don't even flinch. There are worse things to come. His hands are on the move now. A squeeze here. A pinch there. He's enjoying this. Turning his abuse into an art form. Learning every time how best to hurt me. Trial and error. What works. What doesn't. How to get the reaction he wants. Twelve-year-old Casey doesn't cry. Not even when he unbuttons his jeans. Not even when he slaps her thighs hard enough to bruise, to force her knees apart. Not even when he pins her down.

She was pleased to see her son had been coming out of his self-imposed shell and making friends, not just with Rick Channon, but with the rest of the team and a few guys from school that shared his classes. Casey sighed as he stood beneath the warm spray of the showerhead as it splashed into his face and eyes causing him to close them as he struggled to remain upright and doubled over due to the swaying of his head without depth perception only for him to feel the presence of another behind him as rough hands moved along his wet pale ass and gripped him along the waist via one hand while slowly teasing his hidden sex via the head of a rather enormous cock as it slipped along his water slick

"If you don't mind me asking… why didn't you play for so long?" Casey's eyelashes fluttered like fragile wings. She lowered her gaze. "My boyfriend… he was in a car accident. He went blind. I've been taking care of him ever since." Sharon and Wendy exchanged a glance. Wendy hesitated before speaking. "Casey, I'm sorry to hear that. But you know how this industry is. There's a lot of traveling and touring. Your boyfriend… he probably still needs you, doesn't he?"

I have two daughters, one fifteen, one fourteen. Please, James Thorne. *** Dear James Thorne, We have considered your application. Unfortunately, you have been declined. Sincerest apologies, Alpha of Desire. *** Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire, I'm applying again... Sometimes I believe you don't actually pick anyone from my part of town. Maybe the newly appointed Alpha Asher will select me and my daughters. I am still a father, balancing three jobs now, with two daughters, one seventeen, and one eighteen.

The woman beside Vienna steps forward, offering me her hand to shake next. “Casey,” she offers, and I’m immediately struck by how muscular her arms are. She’s tall, too, but she’s got a lot more bulk on her than I do. Her auburn hair is pulled back into two braids and a smattering of freckles dots her nose. “Nice to meet you,” I reply, tossing her a smile. “How long have you been on the squad?” Casey grins. “Oh, I was in your shoes two years ago,” she says, glancing over at Brock. “Don’t let this guy intimidate you, he’s a big softy.”

"Casey is. I won't go without her." River arches a brow. "Is Mr. Loving settling down?" Blade rubs his nape. "Maybe. I don't know. Casey's umm....." "Special?" I ask. I swear the big behemoth blushes. "Yeah. I don't know what it is. I feel like I just need her." "Me too." Zeke pipes up. "Carmen can be hardheaded and loves to argue, but I fucking love it. I don't get it."

If he were to lose a few more million dollars, the whole building would be a loss! Kayson walked over and said, “Uncle Jason, the fall of those workers is not related to divination.” Ambrose’s expression turned solemn while Jason was startled and hastily said, “Kayson, you can’t say that.” Ambrose was a renowned divination expert in Skyspring, and his art was precise. “Hmph!” Ambrose sneered. “Mr. Queen, could it be that you have commissioned someone else other than me? Since you don’t trust me, why did you bother to commission me?”

he chuckled quietly under his breath. My head whipped back to her seeing her glower at the alpha with murder in her eyes. The mind link was open between me and my brothers and Axel had the same shock on his face as I did. "Why in the hell did she kill all those warriors?" Axel asked him with gritted teeth and his fists clenched. Our mate was watching him with her head held at an angle, clearly confused with his sudden mood chance; he just glared back at her. Huffing she crossed her arms and looked away from us; I nudged Axel to get his attention and showed him to stop glaring and look at her. He cleared his throat again"Miss... Ummm, is something wrong?" he asked her with a frown on his face

"Where's your assistive monster?" Casey was naturally Caspian, and he wore tattered and bloodstained clothes. His steps were shaky, giving the feeling that he might fall at any time. Through the previous interrogation of the real Casey, Caspian was long familiar with the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples who participated in the competition. The disciple with the scar on his face, whose name was Emmett Breathnach, was a peak second-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple. The other with Emmett was Liam Gosling, a mid-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator. On the other hand, the Fauna Imperial Sect disciple that arrived at the same time with "Casey" was Andrew Cohen, and he was also in the

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,