Historial Novels & Stories

He took down two pool sticks from the wall and headed me one. We played a few games of pool, until Xander decided he wanted to go hunt. He informed me that Jillie tried to give him packaged blood. I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended look on his face. Xander was not a fan of packaged blood, even if it was human. He was not a big fan of animal blood but would take it occasionally. Most of the time, he got his fill directly from a human source and wiped their memory clean of him when he was done.

Through the same emails Joan used as a medium to insult and say horrible things to Erica, they settled their differences and started having decent conversations over the years but they were never able to see each other since they lived in different states. Andrew made sure that Erica had nothing to do with Miriam Johnson, her mother. Erica was sitting in a coffee shop, she had a pipping hot cup of coffee sitting in front of her, she was busy writing on a book, she calls it "Hidden Diary" this was where she wrote down all her life experiences. She was writing to keep herself busy while she waited for her sister. Joan and Erica have been planning to meet for months but their busy schedule woul

he laughs. "Well, I saw it that night that we watched some stupid football game," he rolls his eyes, "I don't even know what compelled me to put it in my bag... I guess I was just curious. It's not a good explanation for stealing, but I hope you won't hate me as much as I thought you would in my head." "I don't hate you at all, weirdo. I feel the same. It was an old journal... from like Freshman year or something. The most harmful thing in it was like an entry about the Anti-New Worlders. But otherwise, I couldn't care less."

The certificate we possessed clearly stated Paris, Texas. I held both up side by side. “Leon, Silas.” Leon’s expression shifted the moment he saw the discrepancy. “Her place of Birth, states Paris, Texas. “ Leon said. “ Hôpital Saint-Céleste de Paris, is in France. I once worked with their tech department in the infant section.” I replied. “So she's not from Texas but France.” Silas added. He lifted something from the box. An old watch, the hands frozen on a specific time. He turned it over in his hands.

I was already soaked. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my breathing steady. Hurst hadn’t even glanced at me. His eyes were locked on Mrs. Morales’ chest, openly staring at the way her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress every time she moved. “So, how has life been treating you outside the city?” he asked her, voice smooth and polite, while his fingers curled slowly inside me, stroking that sensitive spot. Mrs. Morales sighed, setting her fork down. “Oh, you know… stressful. The accounting firm keeps me buried in numbers all day. It’s tiring.” She shifted in her seat and winced slightly. “And then there's this persistent back ache... God, I’d kill for a decent massage

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Vincent stepped away from the window. “That’s possible.” “Not possible,” Marcus said. “Likely.” He opened his laptop again. “If the account was dormant and someone accessed it years later, we can check the login history.” “It’s been closed for months,” I said. “The account may be closed,” Marcus replied, “but the provider should still have historical records.” Damien nodded. “Get them.” Marcus started typing. Jonathan stood. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Damien looked at him. “What?”

she asks. “We have history books on all thing’s wolves. We need to read through those books and learn as much as possible. Learn what history has shown us in terms of what the risk is to the silver wolf,” I share with her. She looks down, “My reading is not strong,” she says. I look up and remember that she did not have much education when it came to reading.

Truth be told, I think Matthias is even more furious now that he's lost both of his daughters to some good Mennetti men. Oh, well. As far as I'm concerned, Matthias can go fuck himself. I'm sick of this ancient feud that began a hundred years ago. It's fucking stupid and I don't care enough to keep it going. Why would I? It doesn't affect my life. I'm not some lowly bootlegger running booze for a prominent gangster. The only ones who have my loyalty are my brothers, sister and Ma.

Abel was curious about Daisy’s certain attitude. “You know he didn’t only show his wedding ceremonies, but he also showed off his beautiful wife and good children on f******k, zalo…In today's society, everybody follows each other through social network sites. Anyone who regularly updates their status and news. Outsiders know them better than the members in their family. I said you should install f******k or zalo, sometimes we talk together but you always refuse. That's the reason why you’re a person who belongs to the old generation. Daisy said I thought I was ancient enough, but when I returned, some people were more ancient than me.