In Tyr's Footsteps Novels & Stories

Vicky stopped and glanced back, trembling, his suspicion rising as if he were being chased by someone. He quickened his pace, but the sound of footsteps grew louder — steady, measured, closing in. His heart thumped hard, and he could feel each beat pounding in his chest. His thirst grew fiercer.

Tory walks for an 1hr and 34mins before she gets to Marcella's Polaris restaurant, she couldn't afford to use the last money on her to pay for a bus tho get there. She sat outside the restaurant tired and from walking for that long, she kept thinking where she could get food for $2. She was still thinking when Miss Cheryl comes out of the restaurant to talk to her. “Hey Tory, I noticed you have been setting her for the past 10mins are you okay dear??, You look don't tell me you walked all the way here??. He asks has she looks at Tory. “I did” Tory replys sadly. “I have only $2 on me and if I spend it on bus fair, I wouldn't be able to get something to eat”.

I try to support Ryan. Instead, she glares at me. “Thankful, my foot!” She places the jug of orange juice with force on the counter and makes her way out of the kitchen. “Irene, please, clean it up. I’m too tired right now.” No surprise there. I wonder why I even expect anything other than the obvious. It’s so stupid how I always tend to hold onto hope that things may change for the better. I take the broom and dustpan to throw away the glass pieces but mum immediately comes back.

"Push from your abdomen. Are you ready? One, two, go!" Maya pushed with all her might, her grip on Dexter's arm growing tighter. Inhaling deeply, she repeated the process, each push fueled by determination, until Rosa's voice pierced the room. "I see the baby's head! Keep going, my queen!" she encouraged. Maya persisted, pushing with every ounce of strength left within her, until finally, the cries of a newborn filled the air. Overwhelmed with relief, she sobbed, clinging tightly to Dexter's embrace.

Ten stupid steps. I creep across the floor like I am in a spy movie. The wood under my feet makes small sounds and every time it creaks I freeze where I am. I stop breathing for a second and listen hard, scared someone will hear me. My heart beats so fast it feels like it will jump out of my chest. Sweat slides down my back even though the room is not hot. My hands shake but I keep moving slowly because the door is right there and if I can reach it maybe I can run.

I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world. Victor seemed amused. The long black car carried us away from that building toward a mansion even brighter than the auction hall. The iron gates opened slowly. A fountain rose high in the center of a vast garden. Garden lights shimmered like fallen stars on earth. When the car stopped, a line of people stood waiting on the main staircase. Two bloodhounds barked sharply—probably his pets. They bowed. “Welcome back, Boss.” No one dared to look at me for long.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D * * Tyr stands outside the meeting tent, his heart keeps melting into his chest. He'd only wanted to prove his bravery to Soral, but now, his feet are taut with the urge to flee. “I want to meet the C-Chief,” He stammers nervously to the warriors outside, who exchange looks, recognising the omega as Rene's good friend. Tyr's fingers are clenched in determination as they lead him into the beast's lair.

We froze with our back to her. “Tyr?” Came her sweet soprano voice. “Heron?” Damn. We are in trouble. “Hurry up and eat the frigging rodent.” I rushed him, “At least snap its neck.” “What are you doing in the kitchen?” Her footsteps drew closer. Tyr slumps down on his rear. Her small hands touched the fur on our back. “What’s going on here?” Tyr gets up, walks away from her, and goes around the island with his head hung low. The fucking rodent squeaks.