J 소설 & 이야기

My kids were the culmination of the love Sterling and I shared, and they would forever be a reminder of the wonderful times we had. “What’s up, Jaleel?” a baritone voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see the same handsome man from the bar standing behind a slightly shorter man, who I assumed was Zion. I shyly focused my attention on my half-empty drink. “Zion, my man. Long time, no speak. How is Nisa?” Jaleel asked, standing up to shake hands with Zion and Kadeer. “She’s doing good. She’s at home with the kids. I had to drag this one out because he doesn’t get out much anymore,” Zion replied, nodding his he

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kam

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

The night air clung to Luna’s skin like oil as she and Kael approached the kill site. Blood stained the earth in wide arcs, and the stench of death was thick, curling in her nostrils and stirring the wolf inside her. The body lay broken between two trees—ribs crushed, throat ripped, chest carved like meat for display. Kael crouched beside it, his golden eyes scanning the damage. He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. His face was stone.

Nothing. *******

There was no meaningful conversation during the trip back to my apartment "Ariane, may I come into your apartment?" Leon asked

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