Jt Machinima Hungry For Another One Novels & Stories

Towards A Happy Ending … “Can we build one?” Laggas asked. “Why build one? We have vehicles here, of course.” Mahi told them. They all turned to look at him. “Really?!” they said. “Of course, it can’t shift to water transportation. It is just land transportation.” Mahi said. “Oh.” They felt disappointed. A vein popped in Mahi’s forehead. “Hey, Mhir’s world is very magical, okay? Not to mention that she is a dwarf, which race are all great craftsmen!” he told them.

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

Aleu stirred quietly inside me. Our mate, she murmured sleepily. I smiled wider. Yes. Our mate. But as quickly as the happiness came, another feeling followed behind it. Disappointment. Today was Monday. Reality was waiting. School. Classes. Homework. Responsibility. Nathan would be returning to his duties. Meetings. Training. Pack business. Everything that came with being the future Alpha. A sigh slipped from my lips. Part of me understood it couldn’t be avoided. Life couldn’t stop simply because I wanted to stay here forever.

It would never be enough. I released her wrists only to fist my hand in her tunic. My fingers tightened. "I need—" The words came out ragged, barely human. Maeve's eyes widened. She felt it through the bond, the roaring void inside me, the Hunger that had lived in my bones since I was fifteen years old. "What are you—" The tunic tore. Not cleanly. The sound of ripping fabric cut through the clearing like a blade. Maeve gasped, her hands flying up, but not to stop me. Her fingers curled against my chest, half-pushing, half-clutching.

I tilted my head to find Janice standing beside me. I smiled at her. “Yes.” I hugged her and I almost cried after hugging my friend for a long time. “I'm so happy for you. You have found your mate and are happy with him.” I pulled away and smiled brightly. “Yeah, I have a son too. I lost contact with you and got busy with my family.” I nodded. Her Mate was the beta of Red Moon Pack. I have heard a lot about him. Though he's rude, arrogant and grumpy, he loves her a lot. She means the world to him.

"Scary! I'm the nicest boss around. Unlike you, I imagine. I hear they call you The Machine." Nick frowned. "Who told you that?" She shrugged and pretended to admire the view. "The Machine?" he said, half to himself. "I wonder what that's supposed to mean? That I work long hours?" The look on his face was priceless. All of a sudden he seemed utterly concerned that his staff didn't like him. "I think it means that you're, well, heartless." "Heartless! I've got a big heart. Especially when it comes to my staff."

"Arghhhhhh!" He growled throwing punches after punches at the punching bag. The gym was empty and his growls were booming in the huge gym while he thrashed the punching bag. The earlier events reeled in his head making him see all red. He felt like killing someone. "You seem hungry for blood," A deep voice echoed from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Not for yours, so leave me the f*ck alone," Hunger growled, throwing another punch. Sweat droplets trickled down his forehead as his nose flared.

“Marina and Harry promised me enough so that my daughter would never have to work a day in her life.” I swallowed hard, knowing this was my last chance to sway him. “Money won’t be an issue,” I promised him. “Whatever you want, you’ll get it. Money, a good job, a new house if you want it. Just name your price.” For a moment, Jet looked torn, his gaze shifting between me and the door. Then, his expression softened, and he let out a sigh. “Shit. I never wanted any of this,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I just wanted to race, to be with my daughter. But things got complicated. The fucking mafia…”

Makahi POV: “Hey guys, what are we eating I’m starving. I asked as me and Montego entered my parents dining room where everyone was eating and playing with my pups. I immediately went to them and cooped each of them into my arms and snuggled against their heads and inhaled their scent. Maka let out a purr of satisfaction, he was a big old softy when it came to his pups, he was a proud papa. I smiled as he continued to purr, not caring that I called him a big softy. I went to Ji’lahni and kissed her lips, and she smiled up at me and got one of the girls as I sat next to her. Montego sat next to Lynn pulling her closer to him and buried his head in her neck and she closed her eyes enjoying t

Mj had finished helping Lou and Matt clean up after a chaotic day, the full moon fire meant more people than usual eating with the pack so the meat order had more than tripled. Matt had already excused himself and Mj was watching Lou try to busy himself waiting for her to leave. “Go Lou,” Mj groaned playfully and the sound of the butcher’s stomach cried out, “I can hear how hungry you are and I know everyone else is already down in the hall...just go I will be fine.” Mj hopped up on one of the stainless steel countertops and laid down on her back with her ankles and hands crossed.