Kelley Fliehler Novels & Stories

We have been after them for a whole month and they think yelling and stubbornness is going to save them? I moved closer to Ashely’s cell gate, standing in front of it. “You want to know who I am? Well, let me introduce myself. I am Kilhan, the son of Late Alpha Elsher, whom you had an affair with.” Saying this, I saw her eyes slowly widen in shock. Her hands fell from the gate and she took two steps backwards. “Yeah. I knew that name would ring a bell. And I want to believe you know why you are here.” I added.

Though I was gambling with my life for him not to find out quickly, there was nothing I could do if he found out quickly. Alpha Kyle was rather observant and I was sure that it wouldn't take long for him to notice that I was missing. Even though I wanted to increase the speed at which I was moving, I found it rather impossible. The pain and weakness in my body made me unable to move faster than I was already moving. I was probably going to collapse if I tried to move faster than I was already. I could only hope Alpha Kyle wasn't going to discover my disappearance any time soon. I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers.

"Hello?" "What is happening in your hospital?" There were no greetings, no pleasantries, absolutely nothing. I almost smiled, of course she already knew. "Good evening to you too, Judge." "Karma." Her tone made it clear that she wasn't in the mood. I sighed. "Dr. Adrian Keller is missing, one of my doctors in the hospital." I emphasized on it There was silence. "You know already, don't you?" "I heard." I walked toward the window, of course she had heard. I was beginning to understand that Helena seemed to know things before most people did.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

It was just another day. We were all working at our family business. Phebe was working in the back of the bakery with mom, while Isaiah and dad were bringing in the wild flowers that mom needed for her next cake order. Phebe had gotten so well at baking bread that mom let her do cakes now. She had made a few, and messed up alot. She had only made one cake correct out of her 7 tries. I was at the register, greeting people who came in to buy stuff. Even though I could cook and make wine, I was the only one in my family that was great at math, reading, and writing. My dad was okay at it, but he said I was better at it than him. I was standing there listening to mom and Phebe talk to each other,

I’m not patient enough for anything else. Congratulations. We are pleased to inform you… Welcome to the Flavory Bites team. Those are the words that jump out at me, and relief floods through my chest before I even finish the sentence. Happiness follows right after, warm and unexpected, and suddenly I’m reading the email properly instead of scanning for bad news. I have to resume training tomorrow. Weekdays only. Four hours after school, every day, until nine p.m. It’s all laid out clearly, something solid I can actually hold on to.

Dale asks, surveying the scene of destruction. "I don't know, but I'm determined to find out." Thomas's icy green eyes lock onto Dale. "Whoever it was, better hope I don't catch them because nobody messes with my family." "Wait, you and Keia are related?" Dale kicks a piece of glass away with his shoe. "No, but we're family because she's Hera's best friend. And anyone who messes with someone Hera cares about will have to deal with me." "I wouldn't want to be on your bad side. I've heard rumors that the bodies are never found," Dale chuckles, trying to brush it off, but Thomas remains stoic.

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

Sierra says. “Are you guys coming with Whitney and I to the surface lessons?” “Hell yeah,” Daniel tells her. “Whitney isn't going,” I glanced over at Avery who has been quiet this entire time. “Not now Avery,” I tell him. “Look, I get it that you guys don't know me. But as I told Whitney, my husband almost screwed my best friend Candace the day of our wedding. I'm not trying to steal her away from you its just I really need to forget,”

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.