Hobbit Bain Novels & Stories

Her back aching at each movement as the man followed suite moving with the same step. Later, they descended a slop and glided over east horizon just to enter the dark region of emerald forest and then just before them, a beautiful girl sat by the fire. Her eyes were hollow and her hair unnaturally blonde. She was putting on a garment stained with an animals blood and she turned. “Mother, you have a visitor.” Abi said to the little girl who looked to be like age five or probably seven of years. While she looked matured and powerful. The goddess of light was silent for a while but before she could say anything the impatient man spoke.

I wasn't interested in anything related to dating, or any other relationships besides the ones I already had. I had begun catching up on my Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my parents, Timmy, and Haylie. I had bought Timmy the typical things any ten year old boy would want in 2017; a Hot Wheels car set and a remote control car. But I also got him one of the only things he'd been begging me and my parents to buy for him: a Harry Potter Hogwarts Lego set. Timmy had been obsessing over anything Harry Potter ever since he got the book series for Christmas last year. He came running into the living room after he had taken the Sorting test online, screaming "I'M A GRYFFINDOR, I'M A GRYFFINDOR!

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Their voices were like bugs in my head that I could not even think straight as I tried looking straight into their eyes. I get it. I am used to playing first every time we start this game, for I am the wildest boy hunter way back when I am still thinking nothing but to forget Steffano. I even have a VIP card in this club for I always come here every night to get myself wasted just to forget every problem I have. “No. This time, I’ll pass,” I uttered as I looked at them as if I were the most innocent being in the group. “Seriously, Phoria? My goodness! The Great Euphoria Hudgens said no this time!” exclaimed by Eleanor as she gestured her glass of whisky in the air.

And he would not go down so easily. “Pleased to meet you, Julia,” he’d said, before turning away to other business. He’d barely even acknowledged my presence before turning to his father to discuss some other pack they’d been dealing with. I was an afterthought, a passing breeze, something beneath his notice. “And this is my little sister, Miriam.” Gabe brought my attention to a mousy, lanky girl, with a shiny black French braid that fell to her lower back, and appeared more over-grown ten-year-old than the fifteen years old Gabe had told me she was.

He went through them one by one, apologizing every time. Late into the night, Calvin was finally done. I came across his birthday post—the one that showed him cheating. There he was, dressed like a college guy in cheap clothes, with a cheap watch, kissing a pretty girl. I had hit like on the post from a different account and left a comment. [Perfect for each other.] Then, I asked Calvin, "Why didn't I know how much you like bargains?" Calvin was too scared to say anything. I smiled sadly. "You're such a good actor, so patient. Now I can't tell if you really want us back together or are just putting up with me for the company."

Rebecca “Is there really any point?” Rebecca huffed as her best friend Trisha stared her down from across the small table. Rebecca glanced around the bar, which was filled with people and buzzing with excitement. “You’re not going to be a killjoy tonight. We’re going out this weekend if it kills us. I’m stuck at home with four kids all day, not living the glamorous life of an entrepreneur.” “I’m not sure who sold you that lie, but I’ve got some oceanfront property in Arizona …” Rebecca smiled.

Vulture went back to enforcing debts, squeezing the remaining rival families with his usual cold humor — but always reporting back to Malthea if any new cult symbols or dark marks emerged. Bain led it all — as always. But even in power, he remained alert. Watching. Because while they had survived… others might not accept this peace. ⸻ IV. Quiet Conversations One night, as the younger boys slept and Aragorn rested peacefully in his enchanted crib, Cassie and Bain sat alone in their private lounge, firelight flickering softly. Her voice broke the quiet. “Do you ever sit here and wonder… how we got to this?” Bain looked at her, his gaze heavy but tender.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

"I'll finally get the chance to catch up to you in The Hobbit. Where are you in the book?" "Bilbo just found the Arkenstone." "I'm at the barrel ride down the river," I said, but all I kept thinking was that our first time could have been during the day. I was barely spotting and could be finished by tomorrow. Mom was going to be home all day on Christmas, so we'd never get the chance then. I sighed and put my fork down. "What's wrong?" I didn't want to make a big deal about it. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow at me while taking a bite out of his last piece of bacon. I gave him a thin smile and picked up our plates.