Futa Novels & Stories

So, I immediately texted Julia. "Julia, can I bake fudgy brownies tomorrow morning? I'll buy the ingredients later when I leave work. I'll use my own money first. 50% of the income will be for our business, and can I use the other 50% for my dad's therapy?" I texted her. It took her an hour before she replied. "Okay, cara! We'll bake tomorrow. See you!" she texted back. I am glad she allowed me to use 50% of the income for my father's needs. You're a blessing to me, Julia! I am always grateful for you.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

“Then let’s not bother about him. Either way… I’ve gathered all of you here today to share some good news! With brother Gerald’s help, I’ve managed to get two contracts with the Fareast Consortium! If everything goes right, then the Futaba family will obtain at least twelve million dollars in revenue per year!” declared Takuya as he looked at the rest of his family.

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

"What are you waiting for, apply now" Amal and I are gonna be world-class bakers, well that’s if we win the competition. We have been wanting to apply but couldn’t because the application form is quite expensive. I have some money saved which I want to use to buy Khalil a wheelchair but I think I’m using it to apply for the competition instead since I’m getting a double salary at the grocery store this month.

Shiva said to me, trying to ease my nerves . " Yes Beta " I said walking to him once I got close enough . " Since you missed yesterday's training , I or Alpha Kane have to see how good of a fighter you are and where to place you, " he stated . " Ok … so who am I fighting ? " I was not surprised by his statement . Looking between him and Alpha Kane " Me . " Beta Nick said . I looked at him up and down to check his build " he looks like the boxer type " Shiva stated.

Kaelen rumbled, his deep, rough voice vibrating right through the metal chassis of our vehicle. Wes opened his door, stepping out onto the grass with his hand resting firmly on his tactical blade, his expression entirely grave. "Future Alpha Kaelen, you are currently standing on a jurisdictional boundary line. Elara is legally registered under the FUTA pack until midnight. You have no authority to touch her." Kaelen ignored him completely, his icy blue eyes drilling straight through the rear window of the SUV, locking onto my red hair. The green numbers on the dashboard clock flashed one last time before rolling over: 11:59 PM.

Dietrick “There are around forty of us left.” The vamp standing in front of my desk spoke. “So make more.” I seethed. I was angry that the fae and wolves had managed to deplete my numbers so much. “Sir, I don’t think you understand. It’s not that simple. New vamps are uncontrollable. They only think about the next feed.” “JUST DO IT!” I yelled, slamming my fists into my desk, breaking it. “Turn entire towns if you have to, just build our numbers!”

It’s one of those moments that’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it suddenly clicks that this person is going to become irreplaceable. Mateo makes his way back to the living room with Lucas and his little brother Giano in tow. Seeing this, Rob quits trying to goad Alex into a rematch and instead yells for everyone to make their way outside for a game of soccer. The boy practically bounds out the house, most likely assuming he’ll redeem himself. He’s got a good chance – Alex might be stronger, but Rob’s long legs give him a speed advantage. Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche.