Hobbit Bain Novels & Stories

my friend and Mathew daddy says. "What do you mean," I ask jay, he's thirty years old and been with the family for the last fifteen years. "She looks hunted and scared but at the same time she's like the most adorable little" jay finish, he just voiced how I feel about her. "Just wait till Hailey see her, you two will probably have to fight over her," he says laughing. Hailey is a mommy dom without a little she's also a private hitman, a killer. I stayed away for a full hour, giving her time to get to know Mathew and spend her hour with other people. I was starting to relax believing in Matthew's ability to take care of Arya until I heard her scream.

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.

I asked like a child asking their parents if they could have a new toy and he chuckled in response. “I have an idea,” he looked away from me and to the ground beside him before he said “Hex,” and a short man appeared out of thin air beside him. I jumped backward on my bed and pushed myself against the wall. How the fuck?! “This is my minion,” he said and the small demon beside him bowed to me without speaking. Damien turned to him and said, “I want you to see if she has the same gift as you to read minds.”

"You need to eat Heaven." I'm not entirely hungry but I don't want to antagonize my father, he's still reeling from yesterday's incident. So to put him at ease I decide to eat the greek yogurt that Alice loves so much, well I love it as well. Eating is a distraction but I can't help but pick up on the tension between us. Maybe it's the silence but I know it's more than that especially now that my ability to read minds has me in my father's head.

she reminded him "so at least I'm not with a minor ... "I know them like the back of my hand "he interrupted "It does not matter to me that that child is here, Is there anything I'm not aware of, Nathan Jackson Hamilton ? "He raised an eyebrow in his direction and Nathan swallowed hard "See? Honey, I know them like the back of my hands. Tell me what you know.

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Zen explained. Goblins aren’t monsters with naturally gifted physical or spiritual talents. A hobgoblin evolution was considered uncommon, and brutes were rare. A goblin mage was a terrible foreshadowing because when there was a magician and not a shaman, they were more intelligent than hobgoblins. After dealing with a hobgoblin commander, Zen finally understood why Stoneberry Keep was suffering. The hobgoblin commander at the main camp keeping Gunter busy was merely a distraction. If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy.

The ride to Jamel's house wasn't that long, though we spent almost an hour on road. "We'll be stopping here." I announced and the cab stopped at Jamel's house. The cab my gave us an expression I find hard to read but I Ignored him. "35 bucks..." he finally voiced. I paid him and we hopped out. "That guy is a psycho." Min Hung said with a soft chuckle. The huge gate unlocked after I placed my palm on it, I didn't remember the pass code that's why. "Your print is registered on the gate already?" Min Hung voice was filled with surprise.

Instead, it sounded like the croak of a monster, a very sinister sound. One thing that surprised him though, was the fact that he had a barrier over his thoughts and she just almost too correctly predicted his thoughts. “Let's cut the rubbish and go straight to the point. I know you know why I came here, but since you want to hear it from me. My mate is in danger and is in these woods but I cannot find her as my high sense of smell is against me here”. He said to the old head of the lair. This was the last place he wanted to be but he knew that with forest magic aimed to confuse and trap creatures, he was losing sense of direction.

The closer we get to the house, the worse the uneasiness inside me grows. My chest feels tight. “What is my duty here?” I finally ask, unable to hold the question back anymore. He doesn’t answer immediately. Then his deep voice cuts through the morning air. “To be Mr. Bambam’s plaything.” The words hit me so hard that my steps almost falter. Plaything. My stomach twists violently. Every horrible possibility crashes into my mind at once, each one worse than the last. I suddenly feel cold despite the heat outside, and the mansion ahead no longer looks beautiful.