Home Alone 3 Alex Chickenpox の小説・ストーリー

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS IN THE POV OF EVELARA'S EX-HUSBAND, CALLUM BROOKSBANE… IN THE BROOKSBANE PENT HOUSE, IN THE CITY OF VALTHERION... CALLUM BROOKSBANE “D-ad, It h-hu-urts…” Alex cried out, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he looked like he was about to vomit but couldn’t. And I stood there, helpless and frustrated, scratching my head… Three days, three fuc**ing days and he's been like this. All sickly, feverish, crying and whatnot.

so sorry Alex, please let's just go to the hospital " she said but Alex shook his head negatively He had given the sickness just 3 days to leave his body if not then he would get his doctor to come over but can never go to a hospital "but Alex, you have a high temperature please let's just go to the hospital" Alicia said again but he still shook his head Alicia noticed it was useless forcing him to go to the hospital, but seems like she will just manage like that for now but will have to take very good care of him Silver brought the warm water and left as she used it to clean Alex's upper body and cleaned the mess he made on the floor She sat on the floor putting her head on the bed as she s

When it's close to the fourth month, you should slow down so as not to hurt the pups. The 3 happily ask the doctor to keep it a secret, and return to the packhouse happy. They get in the elevator and go to the room. - I'm glad there are 3 of us. When I can't have sex, I'll see you having sex. - Luna, you're a pervert, you know that? – Alex says. They were very tired and at a late hour, they took a quick shower and went to bed. When Micky wakes up, as always, the first of the 3, Charles and his father are gone. He does his usual rituals, puts on shorts and a t-shirt and goes to the kitchen.

He stopped it with his hand. “Enjoy your night with Tyler,” he said. “Just remember whose cum was dripping out of you a few hours ago.” Then he walked away. I shut the door and leaned against it, heart racing. Behind me Tyler asked if everything was okay. I told him yes. But nothing was okay. Outside in the hallway I heard Sophia’s voice calling Damon’s name, soft and sweet. And for the first time since Tyler arrived, I felt something close to panic. This house was too small for the four of us.

Shoving his hands down his pocket as he got halfway down the stairs, he began to mentally picture what the interior part of the fridge looked like and what he could have as a snack out of it. It was a Monday and as expected, he was home alone. His dad was off to work, leaving him, who had successfully graduate high school few days ago, home alone. Grabbing a bag of chips immediately he opened the fridge, he headed towards the living room. Plopping into the nearest seat, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Goodness!” Alex exclaimed as he stared at the TV screen in front of him, immediately reaching to change the channel. In front of him, were two guys kissing in the most passionate m

For Alex, whenever he came back from any school party with his drunk ass, he slept over at my house. As for me, well, if I ever felt too lonely in my house –which happened a lot after I watched any horror movie– I slept over his house. "Hey." I spoke up once I saw him seated on the couch. Both Chicken and him perked up at my voice. I slid off my backpack from my shoulder and threw it down near the couch. Alex eyed me with a narrowed gaze, his dirty blond hair messed up in every direction, almost as if he had been running his hands through it again and again. Judging from the look on his face, it was probably out of frustration.

“But everything’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it.” Lisa’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Is this about that guy at the mall? The one you and Mom saw?” Brie stiffened beside him, but Alex kept his expression neutral. “We’ll talk about it soon, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy the day, okay?” Lisa didn’t look convinced, but she nodded, returning her attention to her half-eaten sandwich. Back home, the kids retreated to their rooms, exhausted from the day’s activities. Alex lingered in the living room, nursing a glass of whiskey as he stared out the window. The quiet hum of the house felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the laughter and energy of the afternoon.

she added a small smile on her face as she spoke, "I know you are right, I guess it wouldn't hurt to put myself out there this last time, "That's more like it. Just take it one step at a time, let's see what Jace has in mind" she cheered grinning from ear to ear but my attention was quickly brought back to the beautiful and comforting massage I was receiving, "House arrest isn't so bad after all" I mumbled to myself a comforting smile gracing my lips. ~~~~ "Mum, is grandma coming with us?" Alex asked,

“We Makárovs have a way for destroying everything we touch. I don’t know why; it must be in our blood. I’m sorry we brought this to you, Clara.” I nod again, and he pats my face warmly before I take the boys to the elevator, tears welling in my eyes and blurring my vision. He’s right; I have to be strong for them. I can’t collapse now. I’ve survived much worse. I tell myself this over and over again. “Mommy,” Alex asks, interrupting my train of thought. “What are we doing here? Why aren’t we at home?” “Our house needs some fixing.” “Fixing what?”