Dad Novels & Stories

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Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

“Liam is fine, so don’t worry.” I nodded, holding him tightly. “Thank you,” “You are welcome,” He replied with a smile, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. ******* “Thank God Marlene is fine,” I said, as Jayce and I went inside his house. “But she is still bedridden... it’s so sad, right? I mean how…,”

"What vehicle was he driving?" "Umm, a Lamborghini SUV." "In which direction did the vehicle go?" "West, sir" "Did you get a glimpse of the number plate?" "Umm, no. I think it ends with 582, though. Is that helpful?" "Yes, thank you." Aretha and the two police men got in their car and drove west. I hope my daughter is okay.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

It said, giggling. “For a celibate species, you talk a lot, A-di” said Arba, who looked quite irritated. Honestly, I couldn’t tell, his face was stiff, I had no way of knowing if he was angry, happy, or even tired. If he closed his quite normal looking eyes, he would not look any different from a boulder with edges. “Lighten up Arba, don’t be so hard,” Adi replied. That made Arba quite angry, as he pushed back his white robe with a quick hmph!

Into His Car Helen stepped onto the pavement outside Mark’s apartment complex and looked around for Dominic’s Jaguar. It wasn’t hard to find because his car was the only one on the street with its headlights on. Helen went up to it and peered through the windshield at the driver. Yeah, with those shades, it couldn’t be anyone else besides Dominic.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****