Goopy Le Grande Novels & Stories

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.

“You think those three rich men will keep you forever? Men like Raymond Scott and Tristan West change their toys like they change their underwear. Once they get bored of that thick body of yours, you'll be dumped at the filthiest port without a single penny. You fucking whore—” A loud, heavy ringtone cut off Armand's insults. It came from a brand-new black smartphone with a gold logo lying next to Harper's digital scale. Harper picked up the phone, pressed the green button, and brought it to her ear. “To the Penthouse. Now,” Raymond Scott’s baritone voice boomed—deep, raspy, and filled with undeniable authority. “Bring something sweet. Don't keep us waiting, Harper.” The call disconnected. H

I feel like I suddenly float. "What do you think? You ordered three shots of their hardest liquor aside from the wine and, you thought you wouldn't get drunk? Geez! Girls these days!" He lectured me but, I did not Rebut because I felt like I'm about to puke, my surrounding is spinning and, any minute, I think I will fall asleep "Just hold tight!" He whispered. He's carrying me, my head is in his neck so I can smell his scent, and it's freaking addictive.

"We planned for so long. We wondered what we could do to get Billy off his high pedestal and replace him with ourselves. The only way out of the gang was through death and it was obvious that we would have to kill Billy to get the position that we wanted. We were power hungry and so desperately in need to be in charge of our lives so that we could run the world." "After months of planning we knew what we had to do, we were just trying to build up the courage to do it. On the 1st of April, April Fool's, we were planning on hijacking a store or two, cars, steal purses- what we usually did. Your father persuaded Billy to get into this Mazda we had stolen with the two of us. Billy didn't think t

Again Godric almost separated from the contents of his stomach. Godric got out grumbling, while Louis, again, had the fun of his life. Godric made up his mind that if he got into a car again, he would do so without Louis. Many ships arrived at the port. Louis wondered about the size of the ships, but also about their style. He only knew simpler ships. “In the dark. These are magnificent sea cradles. They don't even look like the ships of the underworld. ”Godric looked at the wondering demon. "Ships of the underworld?" Godric wondered whether there were sea voyages there too, or seas and lakes at all. Godric looked at his ticket, then looked for the ship that went with it. This was found quic

“We know that the second army was with Alastor Kouris who left his pack, Moon Stone Pack in Greece, about 60 years ago. What we don’t know is why he was linked to Silas and what their goals were. Did Silas really just want a home for his pack of rogues, or did he have ulterior motives?” I looked to Giovanna. This was already getting into information I was ignorant about, but I silently encouraged her to answer. She took a deep breath before she lifted her eyes from her lap and looked Alpha Aleksandr directly in the eyes. It was a smart move, because it proves she has nothing to hide.

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

She wanted to see the flames dance in the depths of Asmodeus’s eyes. Apollo spoke to those gathered, ensuring them that their loved ones had not died in vain. His voice was soothing and confident as he told them more about the Ancients and the truth of the Master. He reintroduced her to the pack as the Great Other, Boeing his head as he did so. The pack members followed suit.

“She used to act all high and mighty just because you backed her up. Damn near climbed over my head. “Now that you’ve dumped her, let’s see how arrogant she can still be. “If I see her again, I’ll snap her neck!” Quite a few werewolves at the party had suffered under Clary before. For a moment, the whole room buzzed with agreement. Isabelle looked at them with wide, innocent eyes. “Who’s Clary? Is she really that bad? You all seem to hate her.” “She’s the worst. A total nightmare!” “Isabelle, don’t ever be like her. She-wolves like that don’t end well, got it?”

We’re not alone. The dowager Luna, the best friend of my deceased great-grandmother Isla, sits in an armchair facing a massive set of ceiling height windows overlooking the turbulent water, watching the naval cruisers and speedboats rush away from the port to no doubt continue the search. Poppy turns her head, giving me a soft smile despite the heaviness in her eyes. She’s a very old woman. I honestly have no idea how old she is at this point, but she’s outlived my own great-grandparents by nearly two decades. Her wrinkled face is still lovely. Her hair is a deep silver in the fading light of the sunset.