Crazy Like A Fox Ch 4 Novels & Stories

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

I didn’t have much fucking skin left. “You can always tattoo your ass or your head.” Fox joked. “Yeah, that’s a fucking no for me.” I laughed. April’s scent was getting closer and when I saw her I swallowed hard. Fuck what was this woman doing to me?! I shifted back immediately, not wanting to waist a fucking second.

It was now 12am, and I had been sitting for many hours, all because I wanted to see the fox again. I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room and into the hallway. I started walking straight towards the big door, so I could at least say thank you to the fox. Just as I got there, I stood by the door, looking up at it as I breathed out and whispered to myself, "Come on, Sierra, you are brave. You can do it." As I placed my hands on the handle of the big door, I looked at it and felt kind of scared. It felt like I was about to enter a whole new world, and I didn't know what to expect. But I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“I didn’t expect the Silver Fox to be quite so...” He paused, a wolfish grin spread across his lips. His eyes darkened as he looked at me from my untameable hairstyle, my white tank top, to my skinny jeans. “Foxy.” My instincts were telling me something completely different then fight or flight. I sighed deeply, glowering at the bastard. “So I’m guessing the Silver Fox doesn’t change your mind about letting me go?” Cassar looked down at me. “No.” I hate the word no.

I scratched under its chin and it let out a strange mewling sound, that I thought meant it was enjoying the attention. ‘I know what you’re going to do,’ Tiger sighed. ‘I can’t leave him out here! He’s so cute.’ ‘You sound like Hyacinth.’ ‘You sound like a bully.’ She sighed again. ‘Fine. But I’m not shifting out if you think that little thing is going to ride on my back–’ I shucked off my coat and shifted. The fox seemed to understand and clambered awkwardly up onto my back, curling up and settling in.

I in,d to crouch down as the fences were rusty, but the bottoms wherewererly pulled up maup,ng it look like a small hole was possible to crawl undeunderneath. Itn’t surprise me if I was to see people easily go underneath it, an into the park illegally. Placing my hands on my hips after carefully checking this bad work of a hole, I say, “Time to get dirty all for my rum.” I might be getting a bit tipsy, but in the long run, it wouldn’t surprise me. I could hold my liquor like my mom had done for years; after all, my first brandy was when I was four years old to help with my gums. Teething wasn’t easy for me, but that brandy helped with the pain. Scrunching myself to my knees and elbows, I’m

C H A P T E R 4 3 : A T T E M P T S T O R E G A I N O N E ' S L O S T M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S

My wolf trembled, wild and hungry, whispering: "Choose. Claim. Take." I clutched the edge of the bench, nails biting into stone, my breath shuddering out of me. Four wolves, half undressed, steam curling off their bodies, eyes glowing gold. The air was so thick with scent and heat it felt like a storm about to break.

Step by step caused shortness of breath as we said goodbye to our whole universe. My feet slowed as we came upon my childhood home. This is the place where our friendship truly blossomed. Where Harriet shifted for the first time, causing my mom to drop a vase of flowers as a wolf with no control flailed around in her kitchen. This is where Heather finally let me in; she used to talk to no one but her family. This was my sanctuary tucked away from the world where I could disappear into my books.

Feeling a rush of boldness, I slid an arm around his waist, drawing him against me. “What game are you playing with me, Cherry?” I murmured, the question carrying a hint of challenge. “What are you doing, Adonis? And what are you even talking about? Let go of me,” Phoenix snapped, confusion and a touch of fear coloring his tone. “Oh, we’ll see…” I brushed my fingers along his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Should I mark you here? I want to see who you really are.” “No! Have you lost your mind? I said, let go of me!” Phoenix’s voice rose, unexpectedly high-pitched, wavering with an urgency that made me pause.