Little Ron Novels & Stories

"I rarely joke about things like this, Nathan." "Maverick 'Maybe' Rockwell? The hockey captain?" My voice cracked slightly, my usual composure slipping. "Sir, the guy has his face on banners outside the stadium. He has a literal fan club and he's a partying freak, disruptive, and quite frankly, his crowd is exactly what I spend my entire life avoiding."

Alice would be so happy to help me because she wanted to exercise, and then she would clean our fingernails and toenails after we did some gardening. "Okay, but you can ask Ron to have some games with you; I think he knew how to play football," I said. Ron is one of the household staff, and his father was one of the trusted employees of Gael; after his dad retired, he took his place while studying simultaneously. He is a third-year college studying engineering at the local college in Megalopre. "Okay, mom." He responded.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. I have already said sorry to her. And she has forgiven me." "Oh wow. My pretty boy is growing up." Ron huffed and puffed as he gazed at Stuart trying to show him that he didn't like what he said. "Don't call me Pretty uncle. I'm Handsome." Ruffling his hair, Stuart smiled bending down to his level. "Okay, Big boy. Let's go. Your Dad is waiting for you." Trying to fix his hair again, Ron smiled and uttered a single word. "Okay." Holding his index finger, Stuart took Ron to the Rolls-Royce. Unaware of the fact that the girl for whom he was searching the whole world was so close to him.

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.”

Kelcie would scream and jump whenever she got to the finish line first which was all the time. We hoped we'd instill the idea that she could always win as long as she tried. I must say Ron was rather very supportive in that respect. In honesty, Ron and I weren't the best of lovers when we were together. He was the son of restaurant owner and businessman Ronald Mason II, so he wasn't from a lowly home plus I admired him greatly when we were younger.

Lil paused ever so briefly as he took just one tiny step closer, "Ron. I mean it. I mean I know the massage earlier was stimulating for you, but, well, I was just doing as that girl instructed, and..." "I was in the locker." Ron interrupted. "I heard you with Mike. I know you want this." He glanced down, directing Lil's eyes once again to his cock, and he took another small step toward her. Ron knew he wasn't going to rape this woman, no matter what had led them to this bizarre situation, but based on his limited, yet remarkably successful experiences, he thought he could tempt her until she'd succumb to her desire for his oversized prick.

"You can't see the Alpha," Milan insisted with Adrian backing him up. The bulky men were staring hard at each other when Olivia came out. She wondered what was makinging them at each other's throats like this. Klein, seeing Olivia, recognised her immediately and he smiled. "Hey, we meet again," Klein said. Milan and Adrian looked at Olivia who was looking at the man. She didn't know he was talking to her at first. "What a small world," Klein, who just acted like he was going to destroy the whole building just now, was smiling like an idiot.

he says proudly and lists off the names of three men and two women present, promising I’d meet the rest soon enough. Then, he turns to face me, gently takes my hand and brings it to his mouth to press a soft, almost father-like kiss to my knuckles. “My name is Ronnald, I am the founder of the Moonward Circle.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say with a smile, then add, “all of you.”

Steve smiled at her funny position and was not willing to stop her from destroying his super expensive pillows and cushions instead he took a cushion and played with her. Soon the room was messed up and the two of them collapsed on the bed. They had fought wholeheartedly and now were exhausted. Before they drifted to the dreamland they had a small conversation. “Ron called. He wants to invite us to his birthday party next week. If you are free, let us go.” “Hmmm… By the way who is Ron?” “He is the brother of Amy.” “Hmmm… Now go to sleep. I have some work I will go to the study.”