Ff16 Novels & Stories

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

she said in a quivering voice "Stay the fuck away from me!" She turned on her heels and fled from him, ignoring his calls for her to stop, she ran with immense fear brimming in her heart, wondering just what the fuck was wrong with her. †† Nike She loved to drive, despite being able to teleport and it absolutely drove Ven mad with rage "Just why are we going to this God forsaken place, we should be checking the major cities and royalties!" He said anger in his tone "You swore fealty to me remember?" she replied "trust me New Fall has a lot to offer"

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

& I regret it all I hurted her in so Fucking way that I know Her crying face will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“And the canvas is colder.” “Good.” Aria turned the rim of her cup. “How’s the light?” “It doesn’t hurt.” He smiled faintly. “No flashes.” “Then we stay there. Ten minutes. At the end we’ll come back on the word ‘blue.’” “Blue?” Kai opened his eyes. “You need a return code too,” Aria shrugged. “Red is the brake. Blue is homecoming. Like it?” “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Blue.”

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

Joel’s POV We just got the call from the others that the bounty for Rose has already been claimed. “I guess we need to go to Vegas.” Colten said. Yeah, duh Sherlock. “So are we driving or flying? Garrett asked. “WE are flying, I don’t know what you’re going to do.” I tell him. “That’s some bull. You need all the help you can get.” Garrett spat. “We have help, Sebastian, the vampire king, is going to meet us there. After all his girlfriend, who is my sister, was also taken.” Colten argued.

“Fight-thing?” “It wasn’t really a fight but was more than a disagreement and we’re both at crossroads, and I don’t know what to really think about it.” “Start from the beginning because you lost me.” I nod, so glad Marissa is here. She’s not exactly a neutral party; she’ll side with me nine times out of ten. That’s what best friends do, after all. “Archer got into a fellowship program to do trauma surgery, but it’s in Boston. It’s an intense program and he’ll be there for two years.”

“You really think Evans is still alive, boss? I mean, her car literally burst through the bridge and went straight into the deep water.” I rose slowly from the chair, nonchalantly dragging the gun with me until I pressed it against Williams’s head. I grabbed his collar with my other hand tightly and looked him straight in the eye. I heard him swallow hard. “The only thing stopping me from blowing your brains out this minute is that you’re still useful to me. The next time you question my thoughts or decisions will be the last day you ever draw breath. Got it?” “Y-yes, boss.”

The way my body had reacted before my brain could catch up. He was a damn good kisser. That realization settled heavy in my chest. I swallowed, adjusting myself in my pants and looked back at my phone, thumb drifting lower to the comments. “He plays like Mahomes but on defense too wtf.” “That was straight Mahomes-level instincts.” Patrick Mahomes? I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. "That anticipation level is insane. Pure football IQ" "The aura is crazy tho." "Sebastian Burkhart is HIM" And all of the sudden—