Chico Novels & Stories

she pointed at the unfamiliar dish. Lucian smiled, “chilaquiles.” “Chila what?” He chuckled, “it’s a popular Mexican breakfast, you love the country, I figured you wouldn’t mind trying a few of their meals,” he winked at her. “Well, I will love trying a new food when I am full actually, I don’t want to taste something I won’t like and end up ruining my appetite. So if you don’t mind, I will go with these ones.” She acknowledged the rest of the meal and immediately began eating while Lucian chuckled and took the plate of chilaquiles and started eating from it.

**Chapter: A Distant Echo** Lisa was sitting on the terrace of Ace’s mansion, sipping on her coffee as the early morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. It was one of those rare peaceful moments they had these days, a brief respite from the chaos that seemed to follow them. She glanced over at Ace, who was leaning against the railing, lost in thought. He had been distant lately, more so than usual, and Lisa couldn’t help but worry.

I screamed out "Hey chill ,you look tired and weak."the stranger said smiling at me and i dont like that smile. "I need water."I just blurted out He Smiles and gave me the cup in his hands. "I said water not alcohol you freak."I didn't know when I said that." "Waoah I like the feistiness."he said smiling. "Just give me water ...,please"I added After eating and resting well i looked around the room it looks like a brothel.Why do tend to end up with the bad guys.

This made them even more protective of her. When we arrived at the restaurant in Clinton, which was the one town over, which is only a little bit bigger than Chance. Most people from Chance don’t come to Clinton because there was this long standing sports rivalry between the schools. This sounds immature and ridiculous but that’s just how small towns work.

Cordelia Blackwell I stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.” “You found her?” His voice startled me.

Nazu added a comment. “Small boss, cute.” Tina softly said. “E-enough about me! So, what is it Chia?” “Ah, right, this boy here on your left. The guy who helped me looks like that.” Chia said while pointing at the golden yellow haired boy in the picture. “Eh, really?” “I might be mistaken. But he just looks a lot like him.” Susan stared deeply at the picture. ‘It can’t be.’ “What’s his name?” Chia scratched her cheek as she remembered. “Err it was… Matthew, I think.”

text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

Eye catching and it didn't have his name signed at the tip of the photograph rather, a different kind of name that didn't feel like hers. 𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎. 𝑻𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂. "You like it?" His voice was thicker. He pulled her closer, his hands circling on her waist. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. His scent— an infiltrating mix of fresh scent of flowers and bubble showers.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.