Love Barn Novels & Stories

The next morning, I stepped into the classroom right on time. Marcus was already at his desk with his head down in a textbook, his ears burning red. As I passed him, I slowed my steps and murmured, "Good morning, Mr. Perfect." His hand jerked, the book nearly slipping from his grasp. He ducked his head even lower and let out a muffled hum. Then, I headed back to my seat with a smile. No sooner had I sat down than Valerie leaned over, a travel mug in her hands. "Sabby, do you want some oatmeal? My mom made it this morning."

Joshua and Theodore both sat at the counter of the bar to have drinks. "What would you like to order, sir?" A male bartender reached out to them. Joshua and Theodore both were surprised to see such a handsome bartender. "I would like to have a martini, please," Joshua said to the boy, "And Theo? Do you want to have anything?" Joshua asked Theodore. "Huh? Me? Oh, I would just like to have a glass of beer," Theodore replied. The bartender wrote down their order and went to get their drinks. "Where were you so lost, my soulmate? That guy was hot, wasn't he? It feels like I've seen him somewhere before. That tattoo on his arm is chef's kiss," Joshua was fantasizing about the guy.

She was pacing now, hands clenched. “I was her best friend for years, Martha! I know her laugh, her tears, her silence. I know her in ways even her own mirror doesn’t. It’s her, I swear to God it’s Annie McBrown. She can change her name, her skin, her status—but she’ll always be that orphan girl who lived off my leftovers!”

" A little fight at a bar. Nothing to stress about" Damn I'm good! " Is that why you don't want Dad to figure out? Cause it was at a bar?" That could work too. " Yeah. So please don't let him know" " Fine" she sighed and a smile of victory lines my lips. Remind me to celebrate this over a bottle of wine. " So.. tell me about Xavier. Mom says he's hot" Xavier is the first boyfriend lovelyn has ever had and she actually made a choice that got momma proud.

With that I walked out of the kitchen I am Roselyn Ethel the Luna of Rabid Shadow Pack, but before I became Luna I was the homeless orphan girl nobody wanted in the pack and then I found out I was mated to the Alpha, it was surprising he accepted me. I mean I was a nobody but he accepted me and got married to me. He told me I was his breeder, I would give him children as that was the reason why he was getting married to me. I walked into my room to have a quick shower and get ready for the party.

Even if I have to burn this loom spinning us troubles and everyone wheeling it, I’m coming back. I turned the key. The engine roared to life, a predatory growl in the quiet parking lot. I shifted into gear and pulled away, leaving the my only true love behind, but carrying the prisoner's chains with me.

“The snobs, they would rather frolic in the sun and be catered to hand and foot.” “I must say—” Loraine stopped, taken aback by the brazen nerve of the fake blonde. The chic with plastic boobs that spilled out of the top she had clearly bought from the children’s section, passed by their table giving her a sneer and a glare. Then when she turned to Reno, she fluttered her eyelashes seductively and with her hand, fingers extended, ran her long red talons up and down his arm to his shoulder to elbow. She stopped behind him, bent over, pressing her boobs into his back and whispered in his ear before she licked it and walked away.

“What’s your name, Luna?” Do I answer him? Do I leave him hanging? Is this a trap? Yet, against my inhibitions, I find myself replying, “Kaelith.” “Kaelith,” he repeats close to the balcony doors behind me, sliding them open. “Unbroken moon.” Intrigued, I follow. “Is that what it means?” He nods. This time, he’s leaning on the balcony railing with his hands on the bars and his front to me. “I didn’t know that,” I murmur. “Mom said she named me after a movie character.”

“The Larkin method. Named after the Canadian cartoonist Beau Larkin who, in addition to being a genius, was notoriously reclusive and famously celibate. He pretty much disappeared in the early ‘80s.” “Great role model,” Shae said snarkily. She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t seen his work. If being a celibate recluse helps you create at that level, sign me up!” The bartender came back with my drink and slid it over. It didn’t have an umbrella. I was a little disappointed. “Can’t really argue with that. I saw your most recent ad.” “You looked me up?” “You sent your mom a copy for Christmas. She showed it to mine and so on.”

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com