Gon Novels & Stories

He had a fitted black business suit on with a bag strapped around his body and another in his hand. "Well, are we ready to go?" "Your poor Luna thought you weren't coming anymore. I started to worry myself." "Please, I'm on time, and I wouldn't waste this opportunity to spend more quality time with her," Eli winked at her. "Well, go put your bags away because here comes your mother to say goodbye." "Oh darling, I'm glad I didn't miss you!" Luna Gloria said as she rushed down to them. She had bags with what looked like food containers in them.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

Minus He seethed. “Not a very tough name, is it? I guess Viper’s better. Anyway, Gus, let’s face it, you’re a shitty father. That rathole apartment that your child and his mother were staying in was unacceptable, amigo, but we’re gonna take care of that. We’ll move them into a nice place and take care of their rent and basic expenses every month. We know Carla dropped out of school when you knocked her up, so we’re going to make sure she goes back to college as well.”

Hearing him say he was terrified too was somehow the most grounding thing that had happened all week. "I'm going to fuck this up," I said. "Probably," Eli said. "We'll both fuck it up probably multiple times. That's how relationships work." "I don't know how relationships work," I said. "I've never actually been in one. Not a real one." "Then we'll learn together," Eli said. The meeting happened. The campaign was approved. Westbrook was excited. The launch was locked for Monday. And at 3:47 PM, when everyone except Eli and me had left the conference room, I realized the two-week agreement had technically expired.