Fmab Novels & Stories

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

"Detailed, specific, carrying exactly the kind of intimate tone that would be difficult to simply fabricate from nothing." I felt cold, focused alarm building as I processed the genuine sophistication this apparent fabrication represented, understanding immediately the strategic value such devastating manipulation might offer Cross's continued campaign against our family's stability. "Ella, this has to be fabricated. Whoever this Vera actually is, whatever her genuine motivations might be, I promise you with absolute certainty that I never engaged in any romantic contact with anyone else, ever, throughout our entire relationship."

The whole building reminded her of a giant rubix cube that was mid turn to having the colors shifted. The inside however was very clinical, and clean not much color lots of dark tones and subdued greys. Large black vases with fake plants that must have costed a pretty penny as she barely was able to notice it was indeed fake. Embarrassingly enough she could only tell when she poked the soil and felt the foam give a little. Some foam came off in her hand she discreetly covered the small foamless spot with some of the fake roots. That was when her name had been called so she quickly brushed off her hands and headed into the interview.

"Do they know who the man was?" "A scum. A leech. The kind with no loyalty." "Did you see what was on here?" I asked. "Did you get any information?" "A little from the phone. More from the man once my men helped him find his voice." "Who did he work for?" Lennox asked. "A man who will never bother you or your girl again." He turned to me. "I once heard him described as an abusive fuck." Dread connected the pieces of the puzzle. "Fitzgerald. You're sure?"

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

And did I mention it's the same knife from which he carved my body with his initials? Within few seconds my mind come up with thousand of memories and possibilities that can happen right. Even though I had fair share of ideas and possibilities that more probably be my faith yet I wasn't so sure if which one was about to happen or if there are more scenarios that my mind cannot grape at. Though with the thousands of emotions and words colliding inside of my skull one thing was for sure and that was, I'm doomed... My apprehension about the nearby future about my faith was answered within seconds as he rested his Sharpe tiny knife against the sensitive flesh of my skin.

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Godrick replies, taking his black tie out of his pocket, quickly tying it into a Windsor knot around his neck. "I may be becoming an Alpha tonight, but I will also be making you my Beta immediately after. So be prepared to have watchful eyes over you too." I tell my best friend, watching him reach into his other pocket and pull out a small silver flask. He shrugs his shoulders, not caring how others perceive him, "I'm an open book, Milo; the entire pack already knows who I am and what my stance is on life. I have nothing to hide. The pack can either like me for me or dislike me. Either way, it won't change my plans for the future." Godrick replied.