Lonnie Woodley Novels & Stories

I ask. Her face softens, “Not yet. Sorry, Lil.” I nod. A young man in a suit knocks on the door. He doesn’t wait for an invitation. “Sorry to disturb you, Miss Blackwood.” he walks right in holding his hand out “I’m Detective Jones.” I shake his hand. “Hi, Detective Jones.” I look up anxiously. “I’m glad to see you awake and I’m sorry for your loss. I need to ask you some questions.” He says calmly, professionally.

They applauded the inciter’s change of heart, and she left the meeting with her members, humbled. A Watchful Eye Later that evening, Donovan sat in the dimly lit fraternity house, surrounded by the loyal members who had spoken on his behalf during the meeting. A video of the meeting played on a nearby screen, allowing Donovan to witness firsthand the whispers of dissent that had been brewing among the cults. “Thanks for having my back,” Donovan said, his voice steady as he addressed the members gathered around him. “Your loyalty means everything.” “Of course, P.O.,” one member replied, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re the reason we’ve been able to keep the peace. You’re a true leade

One of the bigger guys starts talking, “You did good kid, boss man set your mate free, she’ll be at your house soon. He’s on his way, so you can go reunite with her like lovesick mutts.” “That is if nobody knows that I helped yet, or I’m good as dead. At least my mate will be safe and alive. I’m sorry Luna.” He runs off. I don’t want his damn apology; I get why he did it now…. I would’ve helped him get his mate back, I would’ve had Wyatt help; It didn’t have to go this way, I’ll get out of it—but that dude is definitely going to get his ass kicked by me. Wyatt is going to be waiting there for him guaranteed, hopefully that boy’s mate will be there to tell him everything and spare him, at lea

This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close friend. Chris Wixson's credentials were nothing short of legendary. As the greatest player in Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF) history, Wixson had led the Billings Wolves to the first OK Corral Bowl and secured the championship in style. His career saw him guide the Wolves to the OK Corral Bowl seven times, claiming victory in six of them. The records he held—career completion percentage, passing yards, and touchdowns—were a testament to his unparalleled skill and leadership. When Wixson expressed his interest in coaching, Jeremy saw an opportunity to bring his wealth of knowl

They weren't much younger than me, so that wasn't the case. The brown-haired one, who later told me his name was Landon, said they needed money to treat their sick mother. According to him, their mother's health had finished all the money they had, and the amount he stole from me was what they needed for both treatment and medication, and the rest all went down for feeding. When I inquired what the illness was, he said it was a kidney disease and so she needed a kidney transplant. And none of them were a match. I was angry at the information he gave me. But the anger melted away when he told me their mother was getting better.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

And it wasn’t until I caught sight of Brenda in the cop car that my eyes widened in surprise as I saw how dangerous this was being. “What is this?” I asked again. “What is going on?” The officer’s expression shifted, professional, careful. “You’re under arrest,” he said. “For the assault of Mrs. Lockwood. You have the right to remain quiet, everything that you say or do can and will be used against you in court.” I stared at him, then at Nathan, then back at the officer. “I… what?” I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “That’s not funny. What are you talking about?”

Louis to tremble while Kelly looked like she had seen a ghost. "W-we are s-sorry, s-sir." Mr. Louis stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in the process as he refused to raise his head up. "Shut that trap. Sorry isn't going to cut it for my daughter-in-law, who almost got killed under your own roof." Don Luciano bellowed and I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if he was putting on a show to make people think he cared about me. But he didn't do that when Ria died, he was so fucking nonchalant, and yet, I was almost killed, and he was terrorizing these people.

But Lucas won and within seconds he scored a goal. Even though Zion did his best to get the ball from him, his speed wasn't less than Usain bolt. He has never been defeated in his life. I repeat never. So, when Lucas scored a goal he was triggered. And by using every ounce of energy he won the match by a narrow margin of 5-4.

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati