Fullhouse Novels & Stories

“You’re bluffing.” “Try me.” I licked my lips. “Unless you’re scared.” The guys around the table watch us with amusement, and my fighting talk got an ‘oooh’ out of someone. “Scared? Not of you, Bambi.” I ignored the old pet name and tilted my head. “Show your hand.” Slowly, he flipped the cards and spreaded them across the table in front of us. “Full house.” “Ooooh,” came from the guys who all folded.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

she adds on to me "Mom, dad we need to talk" "Yes son i guess we do" Lukes father says "ok Christa come on, we will rest and then we will have dinner together " then he comes to me and places his hand on the side of my face and says "welcome to the family sweetheart" before taking Lukes moms hand and leading her up the stairs. At dinner in kind of nervous but Lukes parents are lovely, they spent the whole meal telling us what they had been uptoand explaining to me that they ran a pack in the mountains called Full moon pack.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Tom had gathered enough,the feds were t here, he couldn't wait another second, he took a long drag, pulled forward to observe his progress in extinguishing his cigar, threw it on the floor,looked left and right avoiding eye contact with the men that stood fifteen steps away from him. He walked very fast, enjoying the cold wind hitting his face, his game was scheduled for the next day, he he had to be on his A game. He walked past several empty blocks, he had exchanged so many nods with alot people it seemed like the new handshake,finally he was at the "Popular Place" it was on the other part if town,with dealers of all kinds of drugs, they had a club upfront to serve as a distraction, but th

He informed, gaining a nod from Bella before she made her way towards the back, going down a series of stairs before entering underground. The Vault had two parts: The top floor which acted like a club of sorts. And the underground where the fights were held. Despite being located in such a shady place that seemed too small for accommodation, the Vault was big enough for the services they provide to take place. The underground floor was spacey enough for a ring to be positioned in the center, seats circling around it, and a balcony providing a view from above.

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

I caught it and got upfield for twelve yards before their linebacker arrived and I held onto the ball through the hit because I always held onto the ball through the hit. The second catch was more. The third was more than that. Six catches by the end of it. One hundred and forty yards. Two touchdowns. The second touchdown was the one. Fifty-three yards. Triple coverage, which was a thing I hadn't seen much of because single and double coverage was usually sufficient, but Dellmore had apparently watched enough tape to decide that single and double were not sufficient tonight. They were not wrong about that and it still didn't help them. Jaxon threw it before I was open.

I didn’t know, but damn, I was loving it. It was chaotic, alive, and unapologetically raw. That energy called to me. Loud trap music boomed in the house , echoing right off the walls. The host was a guy called Kareem. Quinton said that he was the quarterback and captain of Southridge Hounds. I knew the guy. Well, not personally—just that I played against him a couple of times before. They even beat us last season—again. They were the second best team in the league. Beaten by the Milton Lions in the championship final last season.

I had been playing this game for so long—pretending, charming, deceiving—that even now, standing in front of a hundred people pledging myself to Sienna, it almost felt like second nature. Almost. The priest turned to me. His voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. “Maxwell Hollandale, do you take Sienna Brooks to be your lawfully wedded wife?” I barely blinked. Then, without warning, the past came rushing in. *** The waves crashed against the shore, the warm sun casting a golden glow over the beach. Hester was laughing—really laughing, her head tilted back, her dark curls wild from the salty air. “You’re terrible at this,” she teased, nudging me as I tried—and failed—to balance the surf