He's The Wiz Novels & Stories

The thing which matters is that he will become a big brother. I guess Noah's wish was granted and his little sister was born six months later. I guess Noah's wish was granted and his little sister was born

" Umm.. Hazel is about to sleep and she wants you to read her bedtime story." " Oh... Didn't realize it was so late. Okay, I'll be down in a minute." He said, and I nodded. I decided to go back to Hazel's room and wait for him there. I had expected Hazel to be asleep due to how sleepy she was, but when I walked in her eyes were still open. Looks like she needs her bed-time story to sleep. Alex arrived a few minutes later, and I watched as he read her the story. For someone whose reputation in school is quite bad ass, he looked like a cutie reading it to her. I was captivated the entire time, secretly wished he'd read to me as well, if I was Hazel. Lol, I can't believe I'm jealous of his sist

Why does he have to be this way to me? "You know you can tell me what's bothering you right?" he said after a long silence. “I just missed you,” I whispered. He chuckled and slightly messed up my hair. I slightly tapped his hand so he’d stop. “Our song will be releasing next week,” I didn’t say anything and just let him continue. “Before, it was just my dream to record our band's song. Now we will be releasing it,” his voice sounds really happy. I turned to him and watched his face in silence.

Mackenzie squeezes my face between her hands. "The world is going to destroy her," Amber says to Mackenzie and she nods in agreement "Well, I made 1,000 yesterday," Mackenzie pulls out a bunch of 100 dollar bills from her bra "Damn, stripping pays," Amber says as I straighten the money and count it properly "You made 1,100," I correct as I roll up the money sliding a rubber band off my wrist and around the money, and handing it back to Mackenzie "I did a private dance," Mackenzie says moving her hips in a circular motion as she smiles at us.

, he finally commanded as he gave me his back. The first thing I noticed was his broad shoulders. Muscular and Potent. It carried the largest tattoo on his upper body. Hezekiah. His name was Hezekiah. This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. A man walks into a store, points a gun at two people, only to have his back scratched? Wow. The world had more psychopaths than I ever imagined. I gently and smoothly scratched his back while giving his shoulders a little unprofessional massage. I continued to do this until I found a rhythm and his tensed shoulders fell into relaxation.

He should be an actor in Hollywood. I slide under the comforter. My heart starts to beat loudly when all the lights turn on. I swivel my neck back and forth. He sits and looks at me with no expression. I freeze, stare at him without a blink. He draws his hand closer. I squeeze my eyes in fear. His thumb slips under my eyes, "He's not worth it. The dirt has taken itself out of your life." He whispers in a tender tone. I snap my eyes, "Say it again." I demand.

So this was what I meant to him—the fiancée who had stood by his side for seven years was less important than Naomi, a woman who was already someone else's wife. "The engagement is off. Let's break up." I threw the words over my shoulder as I turned and walked away. Naomi asked Heath hesitantly, "I shouldn't have asked you to come with me, should I?" Heath shook his head. "It's not your fault. She's just throwing a tantrum. She'll calm down in a couple of days." Then, he called his secretary, Grant Wells. "Get me in touch with the best cardiologist in Sunderville."

- he says, showing an enlarged photo of the man's neck, where a tattoo of a spider web is visible. - He's a member of the "Black Widow." – David says, almost holding his breath. – what the hell do they want with Saphira? - Someone probably hired them. They sell their services. - Fuck, this has suddenly become more dangerous and complicated. How are we going to get to Saphira? - Boss, although what I showed you was very important, it wasn't the reason that led me to run to your office. This was it, - he says, handing a piece of paper to David.

I knew that look, he needed something to calm the storm I had created. As I laughed at a joke Clara whispered into my ear, I could not help but glance in his direction. He looked so… out of place. And yet, he was the only thing that felt real. I walked toward the bar, not for any big reason particularly, just to feel his presence. Then a group of drunken idiots staggered up beside him. “Bartender!” one of them bellowed. “We need something strong, none of that fruity ballroom crap.” The bartender, clearly used to this, obliged them silently. They clinked glasses and grinned.

Tony asked as he rushed towards us in casual black jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt with his hair stylishly ruffled. "The wicked witch of the west? Sure. Sure.... We saw her," Luis answered sarcastically. "The low neckline on her dress is giving her boobs a spectacular view," he said with a smirk. "I always forget that our third musketeer is a devoted breast worshipper." "Don't give up on him yet," I joked. "The music has already started. Let's have fun." "Let's get piss drunk!" Luis roared in excitement. "No alcohol for me though, I have to assist the guest of honor. Speaking of which, I wonder where he is."