John Paul Schmidt Novels & Stories

I can tell that he's enjoying what I'm doing to his body right now, he has already forgotten how he complains earlier about the maple syrup is so thick and sticky. Eventually, I got used to the weird taste of maple syrup and Michael's sweat. My back is aching from bending so much just to lick his six-pack abs. When I can't take it anymore I decided to just kneel in front of Michael and I don't know if that's the best decision I ever made in my whole life. I don't know but Michael seems like 6'5 tall and I'm like maybe five feet tall, so when I knelt in front of him his long and hard shaft hit me right in the face, I couldn't even reach his six-pack abs to lick.

“Aren’t those videos evidence? You say Amanda’s little tricks—then show me your evidence!” Old Mr. Schmidt angrily pointed at the big screen. Jordan, however, wasn’t intimidated. He laughed. “Old Master, I haven’t congratulated you yet. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness and longevity!” Old Mr. Schmidt chuckled. “Thank you! I also wish Mr. Jordan a long life, especially with such a troublesome woman. She’ll likely drive you to your death.” Jordan: “……” The crowd: “……” Amanda’s shoulders slightly moved. Old Mr. Schmidt really didn’t hold back when insulting people.

“I have been looking all over for you. Where have you been?” “Uh…I went to get some fresh air” The Red Moon pack's Alpha Mateo, mounted the stage, his voice boomed over the loudspeakers, interrupting our conversation. He was a tall man in his mid sixties. One look at him and you could tell he was breath-takingly attractive in his prime.

His eyes meeting mine when he pulled away to look at me “you’ve been upset all morning, don’t think that I haven’t noticed it” “You’ve had a long day, Nathan, you needn’t worry about me being upset now” I said, running my finger over his chest, lowering it to the waistband of his pants. Nathan took my hand in his, gently running his finger over my hand as he waited for an explanation, letting me know that he wasn’t going to drop the subject “I just got the email for my scholarship’s withdrawal this morning, it annoyed me a bit. How was your day? I believe that you would be hungry by now?” Nathan stayed quiet for a while, probably processing what I just told him about the scholarship before h

Alpha Tate is still holding his face in his hands, mulling over everything that has happened to him. I can’t imagine losing my mate. I’ve heard that it drives the other partner insane, to the extent that you would want to end your life. I’m not staying in this wicked world without my mate. I will end my life to go to the afterlife and be with her. Life without Justin is worthless. “Did you see what they were experimenting on? Do you know why?” Jayden oddly asked. It’s a good question though. But it’s not the right time to ask.

They didn’t know what to expect when they came. “Mr. Giovanni has passed away. I am sorry for your loss…”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

Behind him followed his dad and a lady I didn’t recognise. “Leah, it’s great to see you. We are glad that you could make it today.” Jack offered me his hand. I shook his hand, “Thank you for the opportunity to interview for a position here.” “Leah, this is Julie Shepherd. Julie this is Leah.” Julie held her hand out, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” I shook her hand. “Thank you for bringing her up, Logan.” Julie smiled at him, there was something all too familiar about the smile.