Little Ron Novels & Stories

"Those are for her." Ronan ignored her completely and looked at me hopefully, like a kid asking for candy. I laughed. "Okay, you can have some." Lira sighed loudly, but Ronan just grinned and took a pancake from the plate. He ate it in two bites and looked satisfied with himself. As we ate, Ronan told me about his day. He had been out scouting, making sure that the coast was clear. He mentioned a few things he ran into along the way, like a couple of stubborn recruits who ignored instructions and a small argument he had with one of the instructors.

"Thank you very much Aaron but that won't be necessary. Is he having the meeting at the S.C.R or in the L.C.R?" Mr. Bentley was stunned. How did she know the way they refer to the small conference room and the large one? Honestly, he thought it was only within the circle of employees that they make use of those acronyms. He never heard the big boss refer to the conference rooms in that way so how did his wife know that?! "Aaron? Which one?" "S--sorry ma'am, it's in the L.C.R. H-he's having an internal meeting with all the heads of department."

said Kyle with a helpless note in his voice " Ron was always a bit insecure with his upbringing and I totally understand it . Its his first time receiving approval from his majesty for his efforts at the hunting grounds , let him enjoy a bit of this limelight . After all lies that don't harm anyone aren't particularly bad . " Chelsea nodded and agreed with Kyle . Just like Kyle who was abandoned by his parents , Ron too wasn't favoured by his parents and ran away , there was this awkward matter of Ron's father being a human trafficker with a stage ten sadistic streak .Which was enough to let anyone know that Ron's father wasn't exactly whom you might call the best daddy of the world with a '

he responded "Okay," I nodded. I was on the call, impatiently waiting for him to get his work done. "Yeah. Now, please speak," he spoke, after a good five minutes, getting free from his current work. RANVEER I was looking at a picture on my phone which one of my men sent me and I was feeling angry. It was a picture of my dear elder brother Rajveer and that fat girl, Diya. They were laughing, and while looking at the picture, I could clearly witness that they were in love.

Corey and Earl stood to Ronny's side, his best man and groomsman. Those three got on well, since Ronny had decided to right the ship around our little community, even though Ronny put those two to work as much as anyone else. Corey had lost a ton of weight since he met Kitty, and that boy looked downright fuckable, even standing next to Ronny. Holding Ronny's son in a baby carrier on his chest made him look pretty fucking manly, too.

I ask him gently, “The general direction?” “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” the young man responds, and I feel terrible for bringing up another upsetting question, “I was at lunch at the time. I came back and they told me to redirect everyone away from the scene. I probably shouldn’t be telling you all of this anyway, but, I know who you are. You’re Levi Grant, right?” I nod, confused. I’m wondering what that has to do with anything. “You helped my mother, Cynthia.,” he says, “I’m Ron. Sorry, I should have told you. Ron Williams. My mom’s name is Cindy Williams. She was injured by that rogue wolf last year.”

No one has that right. Veesa nods and walks out. Ronn walks in immediately after her. He stands next to his brother, a friend etched in his perfect features. They don't look alike. While Ronn is the silver-haired, tall, slender, charming, charismatic leader, Gylen is brown of hair, has a slimmer face and stouter than either of us.

I really do not know. - That's okay. Meet my mate, Luna Sarah Brown. - Hello my dear. I've heard a lot about you from Amy. Ryan looks at Amy and smiles. Then he looks at Luna and bows. Luna smiles. - My idiot nephew, Beta Kevin Clark you already know. - The whole room laughs, and Kevin grunts. - He's not that bad sir. - Ryan says and Kevin grins. - Call me Dylan or alpha. - OK - answers Ryan with a bow.

I was pretty scared of him and his razor like mouth. I clicked the mail open and swallowed dryly as I read the few worded mail in just two glance— but it took me about twenty moves of my eyes before the meaning of the mail actually sank in. Tristan. A. Richardson Owner of Nets Worldwide. Snow, leave the office in a few minutes after this message. You'd resume work officially tomorrow. Be sure to arrive on time. Richardson.

“You just take it a day at a time. One step, sometimes even one minute. I know my feelings about him only upset you, but you need to see what he’s doing to you. Elliot is going to start noticing.” “He’s not doing anything! He doesn’t remember anything, Ron!” Ron stood up suddenly and came up to me, towering over me. He was large, but rarely did he actually use his size. He did it twice when I was younger. Once when I told him I was giving up music and another time when I was losing myself to depression. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.