Fiesty Novels & Stories

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

I felt not terrified. Leo drove and gazed at me. "Are you really capable of this? I turned to meet his look. "Ask me that once more; I'll shoot you first." He let out a quiet laugh. That's my daughter. Heat surged through me at his remarks, but I pushed it down. There was nowhere to allow distractions. Nikolai bent forward from the rearseat. Our choices are two. Stealth, sometimes known as full assault. Leo moved without thinking. "Full attack."

Jester muttered darkly. Then above and to his left, he heard a screech. He turned to see the dragonfly-like Anomaly writhing in pain as flames consumed it. Above the falling monster was Fye in her full form, a silver-coated hell-horse, the feathery tips of her wings and the bottom of her hooves ablaze with dark green fire. In this form, she can even breathe fire—the kind of fire second only to a wyvern’s own fiery breath in intensity. The Anomaly didn’t stand a chance.

Normally I’d care, but not this time. “The bitch is crazy!” Feng shouts as the blood from his nose trickles into his mouth – ew. The moment the words left his mouth, I notice the golden irises of Yildiz, Setia and Defne shine brightly. Setia explained that irshiusts allow this to happen so those around them can see when a lie is being told.

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

That fucking bitch. ***

Amaia grunted in annoyance as she can’t concentrate on doing monthly reports on her laptop. Rei looking at her with sad eyes, as she wanted to say something. She doesn’t want Amaia to berserk in anger. Amaia has anger issues and it might be difficult to step on her lines. She will do something terrible making the mansion guards and maids result in begging to go home. Rei let a low sad growl and lean his white furry head on the black carpeted floor.

But calculating too fast to stay passive. Ready for the next move.

i stepped forward, got close enough to smell the cinnamon gum he chewed when he was pissed, close enough that if he swung i wouldn’t dodge it “First of all,” I said low, teeth clenched, “Cyrus's mine. always been. that’s not up for debate. Second—if you’ve got a problem with Festus, take it up with Festus. i’m not his fucking keeper. and maybe instead of sulking around like a kicked dog, you could try moving on, Timone. just a thought” his smile came slow and vicious, a perfect mirror of the one Festus used when he was about to knife someone in the back