Jimmy Darling Ahs Novels & Stories

Charlie tucks himself against Jimmy's side as he eyes the large Alpha standing next to Harris. Atticus offers a soft smile but that only causes Charlie to try to disappear against Jimmy, getting his mate's attention and Harris'. “Oh, I'm sorry! This is my mate Atticus. Atticus, this is Jimmy and his mate Charlie.” Harris said, giving Charlie a reassuring smile as he wrapped his arm around Atticus. Charlie peeked at Atticus when he heard it was Harris's mate. He saw how they both had their arms around each other and he slowly relaxed. “So you're the dragon we've heard about, huh?” Jimmy said as he stepped forward and reached his hand out.

#GetTheSuperstarAttention - checked #GetHimCurious - checked #MakeTheSuperstarJealous – ongoing Her pen hovered over the page. Then she wrote beneath it: I may be a pebble in his universe. But even pebbles can start avalanches. Then she closed her notebook with a sigh. ** The sun was high when Emily and Stanley joined the hiking group, their laughter echoing through the trees as they followed the winding trail deeper into the forest. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and damp earth grounding her in the moment. For a while, she let herself enjoy it—just a girl on a trail, surrounded by classmates, pretending her heart wasn’t a battlefield.

He raised his eyebrows, slightly lowered his head, and said to Harriet's eyes filled with playfulness, "Call me 'darling,' and I'll tell you." After hearing Delbert's slightly sinister and seductive words, Harriet's blush spread to her ears. Delbert had become increasingly mischievous since coming to Imperium. If that continued, she would get used to his mischief. However, curiosity got the better of her, so she had to obey his order. Harriet looked up at Delbert with curiosity, preparing to call him "darling." But at this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted them. "You lovebirds are flirting in broad daylight! Have you considered the feelings of us single people?"

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

I yell…. “Pick your genre of music, let’s play something” Jim says. “Alright…. I’m picking music from my Spotify playlist”. “Anything works for me princess” I decide to play “Dandelions by Ruth B” and I see Jim’s face turn sour. “I give you a chance to pick a song and this is what you choose?” He says, having an edge to his voice. “Please give Ruth B a chance” “Girl… I need something to aid my driving…. Ruth B ain’t working out well for me yunno”

"Daniel or Niamh." "Daniel or Niamh," he confirmed. They went back to their morning after that — coffee, sketches, the city doing its ordinary thing outside the window. But the names sat in the room now, present in a way they hadn't been an hour ago. Names had a way of doing that. Nothing else made a thing feel quite so real. At nine, Caden called. "Have you picked a name yet," he said, no greeting first. "Because I have opinions. I've been sitting on opinions."

Sera Jim Harrison. Tall, blond hair, big baby blue eyes. And dimples that showed off every time he flashed his dashing white smile. Everything about him screamed American Dream—broad shoulders and a finely defined jaw, well-fitting Levi jeans, and the kind of face that made me envision a life where we got married, bought a condo in Jersey, and adopted a Golden Retriever named Buddy. Jim would train him to heel, sit, and stay. I’d let him sleep at the foot of the bed. We’d argue about it, but Jim would eventually forfeit and lose a quarter of his half of the bed. Buddy deserved the best.

Fuck. Jimmy was sitting at her kitchen table. He'd shaved his head and was wearing a ripped "Farewell to Kings" tee and faded jeans. He looked like a thinner, taller Henry Rollins. It was completely unfair. He looked like a rock star with the long hair and looked like an edgier rock star with the shaved head thing. There was no way I could pull that off. The prick. "Jimmy wanted to talk to you," Em said. Great. Just fucking great.

Delfina and Carma entered the gala with their arms hooked through the elbows, giggling over the fact they drank a full bottle of champagne in the limo which dropped them at the end of the red carpet they’d just walked. On the red carpet when a reporter called out Carma’s name and asked her who her companion was, Carma drunkenly held up Delfina’s hand in hers and proclaimed, “my brother’s lover. I’ve stolen her and now she’s mine!”

"There's no friends like the old friends." -James Joyce- *** Damian was driving alongside Scarlett and Carter to a place he had never visited before. While his sister and husband has been there many times in the past year, he had lost himself in his own business he had forgotten about these people. Especially this particular one.