For Pete's Sake Novels & Stories

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"... My Casanova." I sat down with Asa in between my legs as we watched Charlotte's web. He had a book about animals and when he saw any animal he would point it in the book and call out it's name, something he learnt in therapy to help with his communication skills and intelligence. "Babe." Felicia said as I looked at her while Asa continued with what he was doing. Felicia wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips as she brought her lips to my ears. "It's been so long since we had fun. I feel like my clit is going blue." She whispered hotly against my ears but I pulled away as she stared at me with confusion.

He was mildly angry and annoyed that she was out this late, especially if he didn't know where she was. Lex: Where are you? Isis: Not your business. He regulated his breathing for a few seconds before he replied. Lex: Then come home. Isis: No. Lex: Why not? Isis: Because I don't want to, just like I don't want to be talking to you right now. Goodbye, Mr. Greyson.

"If you're bored, try it on somebody else. Get off my case. I just want to die in peace." Emett massages his forehead then stands up. Holding her at arm's length with a solemn face. "How can you throw your life away like that? Others would kill for that extra second." "Then let me switch with them. It's a win-win for both of us." "Don't be sarcastic." "I'm dead serious." "No you're being stubborn." "What's the hold up Em?" A young boy covered in black clothes with pale skin appeared. "Why did you summon us here instead?" Another one popped out of thin air.

Jake Pete’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife dragged slow across glass. “Before we demolish you mutts,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, “everyone’s gonna see what happens when someone thinks they can mess with me.” My jaw tightens, and my hands curl into fists without thinking. I feel the shift in the wolves behind me too. They’re listening. Watching. Waiting. Pete stands there, smug and takes a step forward. “Isaac,” he says, voice dipped in venom. “My once-loyal man. Or at least, that’s what I thought.”

Mason began, but Pete intercepted his words. "How have you been?" Pete's question, delivered with an unexpected casualness, caught Mason off guard. He had anticipated anger, maybe even curses for the years of silence. However, what met him was not rage but a profound sadness in Pete's tone—a grief that had been carried for years. It was a weighty sorrow, a silent acknowledgment of the pain Pete had harbored. In that moment, the complexities of their relationship unfolded. Pete's calm inquiry spoke volumes about the depth of his emotions, revealing a sorrow that transcended anger.

"Mmmm...I'll give you all of it...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, full-on WMD!" "F...uu...uu...uuck...yer gonna make me fuckin explode!" "That's my intention." Pete looked like a rugby guy, muscled and beefy, not your typical bottom...he looked totally straight, but never missed the chance to be on his knees. He moaned, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...damn, I want to keep that dick in there forever...pounding my ass...my legs up on your shoulders, and your just pounding my ass!"

"I swear I'll pay you back, Kane. Just—just help me out this time." The request lingered between them. Kane was a lot of things, but he wasn't heartless. He knew what this world did to people. Finally, he sighed. "I'll send you some money. Drop your details don't bother paying back ." Relief flooded Spade's features. "Fuck, man. Thank you. I won't forget this." Kane clapped a hand on his back. "Work smart, kid. Don't let this place swallow you up."

CHAPTER 17 /MAVERICK/ The hockey team group chat was going absolutely wild, my phone vibrating so heavily against my thigh that I thought the battery was going to melt. I finally pulled it out while sitting in my car, expecting another stupid post-finals meme from Saige. “Bro!! I heard that Mave’s tutor is gay?” Saige’s message read. What the fuck were they on about this time? “Mave, did you know about it ever since?” “You idiot, how would he know that?” Miller sent a sticker to follow up his message. “And how do you know that he's gay?”

I sat at the long obsidian conference table, my legs tightly crossed beneath my pencil skirt, trying desperately to maintain my composure. My heart was already racing, and the meeting hadn’t even properly begun. Across from me sat Damien Cross — the arrogant, infuriating CEO of Cross Enterprises and the man I hated more than anyone else in this city.