Legends And Lattes Novels & Stories

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

Everyone sat down and started having dinner, but Adaline suddenly said, “Sam, I heard that Swallow Central is almost ready to be opened to the public and that the legate will be attending the conference with his wife.” “Yes,” Samantha smiled. “I heard about that too. Everyone’s talking about it.” “I heard that Battle Warrior Lucas will be personally escorting him and his wife and that they will be landing at the rooftop garden of the venue.” How could Samantha not have heard about all that? Adaline was excited. “I have a few friends who are obsessed with the legate. He’s a hero around these parts and has won so many wars. I’m sure his wife is a very happy woman.”

I heard someone clearing their throat “ save some for later” “ Blue Moon Pack I present to you our Luna and Alpha together they will protect, guide us to many victories and make the path for the future pups,” he said and the whole place was buzzing with excitement after that, hands and hands Ray and I walk around mingled with the those and thanking them for coming.

While returning home from a late-night shift, I was struck by a delivery rider. The girl who hit me was deaf and mute, looking no older than a teenager. I couldn’t bring myself to make things hard for her, so I went to the hospital alone and paid for the medical expenses myself. Limping back home, I noticed a familiar delivery helmet lying by the door. From inside, mocking laughter spilled into the hallway. “She’s such a fool. I was just pretending but she believed it anyway.”

The three of them even decided to Lagos next weekend to check up on her. *** At Ventura. Around 7pm. "No, at least let me pay here." They had gone from store to store getting beauty products, new clothes, shoes, perfumes, jewelry and now they were now at Latitude Cafe and Lounge in the mall. "Just enjoy yourself, this woman." He said as she whined to pay for at least something. "Do you want to still see a movie?" He asked as they sat down with the many bags beside them. "No, just eat and go home." She answered checking for what she wanted.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

Emotions layered: loyalty to Alya a burning core, satisfaction in battle's thrill, protectiveness for Lila making her glance back. Lila as Mist darted through the fray, her pale fur a ghost in the mist, sapphire-blue eyes wide with determination, the star tattoo blazing white as she healed a fallen packmate mid-fight, her touch soothing a gash that knit under her glow. "Fight on!" Lila whined through Mist, her voice gentle but fierce, dodging a claw swipe. Emotions overwhelmed: empathy for the wounded driving her, fear of the shadow twisting her gut, bond with Alya anchoring her courage.

He rolled his eyes at his cup like there was nothing better in the world. She gave him a sideways look in an effort to answer but kept hiding her face. “I think they use espresso when making lattes? I only get those.” “Ah. I haven’t tried a latte. Are they good?” “Mmhmm.” A dark-haired man in a navy blue suit left the register holding a steaming cup of Joe, his coin tip still rattling in the jar as he walked away. The woman took his place to order. Elias could tell she didn't want his attention, but that was too bad. She had it. He had to find out who did that to her. He had to help.

I asked, "You said it's where most of the underbosses come to spend their money, shouldn't he be here?" "Yeah," He said, frowning slightly, "But now? While we are here?" He shrugged, "Maybe it's just a coincidence." Raven: (smirking) Legends indeed, Luciano. The kind that fuels nightmares and sends shivers down spines. With you by my side, I have no doubt we'll create a legacy that will be whispered in hushed tones for generations to come. Luciano: (leaning back, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes) And let us not forget, Raven, the lucrative empire we'll build. Money, power, and the intoxicating scent of success. The world will be at our fingertips.

But the first thing on my mind and my brother’s was a drink. The tavern was named Buck’s Piss, not a very attractive name but it was a tavern nonetheless. It was filled with Legionnaires from different Legions, I saw men from the 12th New Guardia Iron Birds and the 56th Londana Guardia there were lots more whose insignias I could not recognize so I just nodded my head in unison, and they nod their heads in salute. Lurti immediately heads for the bar and asks for the strongest rum they have “If I get drunk every day, this month ends quicker.” He says as he downs a large mug filled with rum. Of course the rum burns his throat so he chases a cup of water to cool it down. I laugh at him while he