Layzie Bone 90s Novels & Stories

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

He was overwhelmed and above all, he was practically going towards the edge to lose himself. "No....... " He growled making her flinch at that place. "You are my mate..." Lycan took over and thus voice boomed inside the room making her watch silently how he removed his shirt followed by his wristwatch and others. His wide shoulder came into her view. His strong masculine body, and wide chest with a tattoo on the left side made him look more dominating. His perfectly sculptured abs and prominent V line that disappeared inside his black slack made her gulp down her saliva. Her eyes didn't leave an inch of his body to devour or notice. His perfect jawline, prominent cuts, and athletic build-up

After what happened with Joseph, things between Annie and me turned into a silent, drawn-out cold war. However, that worked in my favor as it gave me the space I needed to start packing. Without a second thought, I tossed my favorite mug into the trash. It was the one we bought on our first date. It was a white ceramic, with two cartoon cats snuggled together printed on the side. We’d had it for seven years, and the glaze at the bottom had started to chip, just like our relationship—worn down and cracked in places.

They don’t pretend. At school, nothing changes. The same classes, the same bored teachers, the same students pretending not to feel anything. He sits in the back, doodling in his notebook, sketching bones and skeletons almost unconsciously. A morbid habit, but a harmless one. Better bones on paper than bones in his bed. At lunch, Jamie slides into the seat across from him. Jamie's got a sharp face and sharper tongue, always too curious for his own good. “You hear about the new girl?” Jamie asks.

I really didn't want to be around all of these people, and I wanted to hang out with Vic. I closed my door and sighed in relief. I walked over to my dresser, ready to change and jump in my pool. I dug through the drawers, and pulled out my favorite two piece. It was a black and red tankini, with shorts as the bottoms. It allowed me to feel comfortable, while looking cute. As I was changing, my bathroom door opened. I gasped, clutching my shirt to my exposed chest. Declan walked out in a pair of low riding trunks. I couldn't help but stare at this etched perfection that stood before me. "Like what you see, Hotness?" Declan asked me, brow raised. I could feel the burning in my cheeks. I looked

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

Lena seemed not to notice at all and went straight to sit in the seat across from me. Others scrambled to keep the mood up, so I simply stood up and escaped to the restroom. Before long, someone appeared behind me. Michael truly hadn’t changed at all. Boy toy hairstyle, delicate pitiful makeup, and a pure white shirt. A whole year had passed, yet his mindset seemed stuck in high school. But what he didn’t know was that in this circle, innocence had never been currency. Profit was the only foundation. He was outdated, useless—his emotional value had been surpassed by interests, and so he was discarded. It was that simple.

Until the dust settled, our connection had to remain hidden. I wore sunglasses and a tailored black trench coat as I left the terminal alone. No one recognized me. Two years ago, I had left as the pitiful bride abandoned nine times. Now I returned as Leticia Buono, carrying the weight of the entire West Coast underworld behind me. During those two years, Lucas had acted openly as the Buono family's underboss while I worked from the shadows. He gathered the scattered resources and contacts of the Buono family back into one network.

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

But toss her a hundred grand and she'll probably crawl back to whatever hole she came from, grateful as can be. Another comment followed: *Poor thing. Sold out and didn't even know it. His leg was never broken -- he hired a special effects makeup artist for the fake injury.* A hundred grand. I stared at those words, my eyes burning. For three years, to buy him the imported supplements that were supposed to heal his leg, I'd gone to an underground clinic to be a test subject for unapproved drugs. My arms were covered in needle marks. I'd lost my hair in clumps from the side effects.