Gts Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

When he arrived at the destination, he immediately saw Rhealyn busy eating with Owen and Lian. "Rhealyn," he called the maiden's name as he approached the table of his co-workers. He first smiled at Owen and Lian, who just smiled at him, then he turned to Rhealyn again. "I have a question, haven't you met Mr. Galla Zhao, the CEO of EG Group?" "Y-Yes," Rhealyn replied hesitantly to him. "Why? You know Chris, just come eat with us." Offer it to him.

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

She explains. Well, that explains a lot. Damn, he was hot. I was totally lost in his eyes and I would love to run my hands up and down that solid chest and those rock hard abs. I am still confused as to what any of this has to do with me. I am actually starting to worry because of the shit-eating grin on her face. “Gabby just called to cancel the model that they had picked out.” She says. “That sucks for you,” I tell her.

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

Ace stood by the window, his back to the door, while a man Lisa didn’t recognize sat in one of the chairs, his eyes darting toward her as she entered. “Ace,” Lisa called out, her voice cutting through the silence. He turned to face her, his expression hard to read. “Lisa. What are you doing here?” “I tried calling you,” she said, stepping further into the room. “Why didn’t you answer?” Ace glanced briefly at the man seated in the chair before turning back to Lisa. “I was busy.” Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she looked between the two men. “Who is this?” The man stood up, offering a slight nod in her direction. “My name’s Grey. I’m here to help.”

Zoe Mug of steaming coffee in hand, I wound my way back to Isaac’s laptop. With an empty purse and a repair bill for a Jaguar I-Pace winging its way to me, I can’t afford coffee, but I can’t afford to not job hunt, nor will my finances stretch to reinstating my home internet service. On the slim chance I avoid jail time, I owe Isaac a class trip, Bella a school dress and I need new shoes. I googled Greyson’s fancy car. The eyewatering starting price stands at eighty thousand dollars. My house isn’t worth eighty thousand dollars. I can only imagine the horrific repair bill. The custom made watch he sported wasn’t much cheaper.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

I said to him teasingly, I could see the look in his eyes telling me I was playing with fire, but getting burnt by such a Greek god didn't seem like a problem to me. I gave him his goodbye kiss, but not just that as I took my hands slowly down his members as I teasingly robbed on it before breaking the kiss and pushing him away from me then I quickly opened my car door and got in, closing it quickly, he tried to open it but I already had my car on gear, driving away, I laughed at his situation.

Someone had posted under the handle Phoenix_GT, and the post had seventeen thousand views in four hours. I read it twice. Tessa Sterling had shown up at the Brooklyn underground two nights ago. She had not come quietly. She had arrived in a GT3 she had brought down from the Sterling Motorsports compound upstate—a race-prepped Porsche 911, professional livery stripped off and replaced with matte black, the kind of preparation that said she had been planning this for a while. She had run three heats. She had won all three. She had done it by margins that nobody in the Brooklyn underground had seen in a long time.