Little Ron Novels & Stories

Judging by his clothes and hairstyle, I guessed it was taken in the late sixties or early seventies. "That was Ron. Ronald Gordon. A playwright. A real talent, sadly forgotten today. He's long gone now. Cancer took him from us in '78, tragically young. I suppose it was a mercy he never saw the devastation of the plague years. But he was the love of my life." I had never even imagined Professor Ryan having a love life, let alone a gay one. "I never guessed," I confessed sheepishly.

If I didn't know that he was a businessman, I would've pegged him as a lawyer. "The girl was originally from Lakewood, and then she was caught in this pack." He leaned forward in the armchair, resting his elbows against his thighs and pressing his fingers together as he spoke. "Ruby is Lakewood's Luna," he commented as he began making a point. "You're Montana's Alpha." He gave a nod towards his brother. Kellen interrupted. "Technically, she isn't the Luna yet. She still has to be marked by Alpha Grant," he corrected Dylan, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.

And he was fast. He launched himself not at Eli in the doorway, but at the closest, most familiar target. Ron. “RUN, RON!” Ethel shrieked. But Ron didn’t run. He stood his ground, his arms outstretched, his face a torrent of tears and denial. “Robbie, no! It’s me!” It was a plea born of love, a final, desperate attempt to call his brother back from the abyss. It was a fatal mistake.

He laughed at the funny little collar that kept trying to fold sideways, and I laughed too. After that, I called one of the maids. “Alima, please get Ronan some dinner. Make it ready now. Something he likes,” I said, giving her instructions while Ronan ran around the living room with a small toy car. The smells of food filled the air soon after. I picked him up and fed him little bites, his tiny hands sometimes brushing mine as he tried to grab the spoon himself. He laughed when a bit of sauce smeared on his cheek, and I wiped it off with my thumb, smiling at how small problems could make a moment perfect.

“Excuse me?” He turned to her with a tired grin. “That means you’re asking the right questions.” She leaned against him. For the first time, she felt like the silence between them wasn’t empty. It was shared. Somewhere beneath the school, in a chamber no one had entered in years, a terminal flickered to life. On the screen: Genesis Core Reboot: 82% Awakening Sequence: Initiated Primary File: Ophelia Wolfe Secondary Trigger: Carl Maddox Final Directive: Restore the Bloodline

Everything is great on that front. Today is the family reunion, and Molly and her mate, former Alpha Ronan, are grilling the meat for us. They just volunteered to do it. Ronan is amazing with the kids. He is so happy with Molly, and he has made her so happy. I guess she talked him into moving up here with her, because Molly has assured me, they are not leaving this pack.

He asked softly, "May I ask, who are you? What's the matter?" Ronny laughed and said condescendingly, "You don't even know me, and you wish to join the Stanford family? I'm Selina's childhood friend and cousin, Ronny Cruz!"

The next thing I knew Ron took out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans , tapped a few times and slid the phone in mine and Selina's direction . The phone lighted up with Selina and her earlier - who wants me, performance and honestly , I wasn't surprised by it. Anything that has to do with the four horsemen would end up getting viral . I wouldn't be shocked if , this video reached even the Mayor after jumping loops and bounds like an Olympian . " Now will you explain me why you were strip teasing my boys ?" asked Ron as poured in whiskey in his coffee and swirled the both together before taking a swig.

'Okay so I decided that im-' 'good day Ma'am and Sir have you decided what you will have for lunch?' The 'hunk of a man' as Ron likes to call him asks us while looking between Ron and I. When I look over to Ron I see that the idiot is I'm sure busy undressing the poor guy. 'Um yes I will have the burger and fries.' I say while smiling at him. 'And you sir?' but Ron is in his little dream world. 'Sir?' he asks a little louder and Ron finally snaps out of his little fantasy.

This time Sir Leon would take the lead role in that private theater, though she must make do with the body before her, shaping him into the ghost of another man. *** Ronald slammed his chopsticks onto the table with righteous fury sparkling in his eyes. "He is such a jerk, seriously. How the hell did he get that successful while I am still stuck here. Total snake. I still cannot believe he turned out that cool. Bastard!" Leon, Ronald, and Kelly were gathered at a small sushi place, the scent of rice and vinegar drifting like a quiet breeze between them. Ronald, who taught elementary school kids how to run and jump, had been the loudest voice at the table since they sat down. He spoke of an o