Greg Beard Novels & Stories

The man moved to the side. At this moment, a strange number called. Andon glanced at the screen and answered, "I am fucking pissed right now, you—" "Is this Mr. Grylls? Mr. Beckard has heard of your situation. He would like to know if you are interested in revenge?" Mr. Beckard? Andon tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember anyone of this name in Steinberg. "Mr. Beckard who?" "Jace Beckard of the Beckard family in Draepolis."

Bea said. "Yup, I agree with you, Bea," Gee said. My mouth fell open. "Sshh, guys, stop it. My son will wake up with your voice," I changed the subject. "Wait, and why do you know Sir Brad, Bea?" Gee lowered his voice. Bea stared at him. "He's the best buddy of my fiancé." Gee's eyes suddenly rolled, at the same time bursting with laughter. "Why are you laughing there, huh?" She frowned.

Her cadence was nothing like the steady, measured tone of a public lecture anymore. I did not respond. I pressed play on the second clip. The sound of Curt yanking my collar exploded from the speaker, followed by a chair groaning under someone's weight and the scrape of fabric during the struggle. Then came Curt's voice. "I, Curt Brennan, am voluntarily getting out of this car to feed a wild Greyridge bear. The bear won't bite. Petra confirmed it. If anything happens, it's on me. Got that? Want me to do another take for backup?"

Gordon and I sat together at one of the back tables. While Mr. Carl droned on, I snuck a peek at Gordon. He was a big, husky guy, over 6'4" and a bit overweight. He had a bit of a stomach and love handles. I figured he must be at least 240 pounds. He had brown hair and green eyes. He also had a beard, which wasn't very common for high school guys. His beard wasn't very thick, but it was full. His family moved here from Georgia four years ago, so he had a very Southern accent that stuck out amongst everyone else's northern Michigan accent. Gordon wasn't gorgeous, but he wasn't ugly either.

" Even if you are a beggar, you should not look this nasty. You stink!" Mike reluctantly accepted the token and watched the couple as they drove off. He stroked his face . Oh yes, he looked nasty. His beards had grown abnormally long and looked very unkempt . The same went for his hair. Tiny bits of garbage could be picked from his hair . What was one expecting? A beggar like him had no place to call home. " Hey, buddy ," Jimmy's voice said . " Relax your nerves. Begging is way better than being a robber. "

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

I said for them to acknowledge me. They all looked towards me, "Jade." my brother exclaimed, ran to me and picked me up, "You've grown so damn much." I yawned, "I'm 5'3 and I haven't grown since my sophomore year, i.e when you left." "Oh come on," he pouted, "I'm back now." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as he lowered me down, "Yeah, to steal food." I peeked beside him to see his the guy currently talking to my mother, is he perhaps my new dad? God I hope not, "who's your friend over there?"

Pretended I cared what she thought. What had she said in ninth grade when I got up the courage to ask her out? Her words still rang in my ears. “Why would I go out with a loser like you? I’m not into fat guys.” I wasn’t bitter. No. Everyone was fucking entitled to their own opinion. I was doing a job. Like this one that Golubev had paid me handsomely to take care of. Kidnap Natalia and hold on to her until they could convince her father to vote how they wanted. Easy. And it gave me time for a little justice against the girl who had turned my life inside out.