Hucow Novels & Stories

Kim raised her eyebrows at her in askance. "How can they still show their faces around here? Audacity must be on sale this month" Mika said with a snort. "At a really low discount" Susan retorted and Kim's heart melted, these women were so sweet considering the fact that they had never been close back in highschool and it was the first time she was seeing either of them gain after eight years.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Tiffany says robotically as she shoves a bottle of wine my direction. "That's what he said," Geni mumbles behind me. I ignore her and smile at Tiffany, hoping she didn't hear. Judging by the look on her face and the way Rowen squeezes her shoulder, I think we all heard her. "I'm glad you could be here." I take the wine and look at the label. "Petrolo Galatrona 2013 straight from Tuscany. Wow. This is a great year." "You know wine?" she asks, brows crinkling. "With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks."

I wrap my legs around him, dig my heels into his ass and buck up, trying to pull him deeper. With a groan, Luca tilts my hips and increases his pace. I have no idea how he knows where my sweet spot is, but bull's eye. He's found it and hits it again and again. Until I can't take any more and I scream, my entire body rising up and shaking hard as my release races through me.

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He smiled at me and slipped the tray through a slot in the door. "How do I know that it's not poisoned?" I demanded as I eyed the sandwich. He smirked and pulled it back. He kept eye contact as he took a bite of it and then slid it through again. "Happy?" he asked as he rolled a bottle of water through. I checked the bottle's seal and for holes. Finding it all intact, I opened it and took a large gulp. Stuart grinned at me and nodded as I cautiously approached the sandwich and picked it up. I frowned when I spotted the ham on it and picked it off as Stuarts face turned into a frown as well. I put the ham back on the plate and nibbled on the sandwich.

The cold air seeped into the cab even with the windows rolled up, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. The cab slowed as we reached the edge of a massive lake, where a house stood near the water like something out of an old ghost story. It was big—too big, with its wide glass windows staring out at the dock like soulless eyes. “This is it,” Silas muttered, throwing cash at the driver before climbing out. I followed reluctantly, Scout curling tighter against me as the biting cold hit like a slap. Silas didn’t even look back to check if I was behind him.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.