Lyn-z Novels & Stories

The big guy upstairs must've been listening, because he made an exit not long after. Jared brought me lunch which I ate at my desk, because I found that the last person had made a mess of the files. Not that anything was missing, it's just that there was no real order to anything. Around two the phone rang, good, break up the monotony. "Lyon's Place, how may I help you?" "Where the fuck is Lyon?" "Excuse me?" "Lyon, the quack that runs that outfit over there, where the hell is he?"

That evening, the family hosted a barbecue in the garden. Grills smoked. Drinks flowed. Laughter rang out, loud and forced in places. The food was good. The company warm. But beneath it all, resentment simmered, refusing to die. Ryan had seen everything. He cornered Lucien near the edge of the yard, voice low but sharp. “You’re an asshole,” Ryan said. “You don’t get to mess with her like that.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. He looked down at Ryan, unbothered, dangerous in his calm.

It was a text from both Bran and Mike. Twin telepathy? Or did they just remember to text me at the same time? Bran: Hey. Sorry I haven’t texted you all day. Are you having a good day? Yale was fun, I’ll show you pictures when I’m back. Me: It's okay. Yes, I did. I was out with the girls and El’s mom. Can’t wait. I sent a reply, adding a photo of me and the girls with the Statue of Liberty.

Seeing that Master Ziegler was about to be dragged outside… Harvey York suddenly whispered, “Master Lynch, Master Ziegler’s skills are indeed not that remarkable, but he is really trying to help. “Just do me a favor. Let him live. After all, Lady Lynch has just recovered. She needs to acquire merits.” “Okay, you have the final say, Brother York!” Although Benjamin Lynch did not know why Harvey pleaded for Master Ziegler, he would not care about this small character.

she clarified, throwing me a lifeline. Oh. Thank goodness. “What about your plans for Denver?” I chuckled, not wanting to impose. If they had a night of sordid splendor planned, then I was not getting embroiled in any of that. No, thank you. We had enough of that going on at our house. “He’ll survive. And so will those feral sons of mine. They can sleep out on the goddamned porch. It’ll serve them right for keeping something as big as this from their momma.” Lynn threw her hair over her shoulder and cast a steely glare down the road.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Unfortunately, the cameraman tailing them snuck into the elevator with them and he had to school his expression to stop the irritated scowl. "So, where are we?" "Cloudcast," Yael replied, still trying to work out if he could lose the cameras long enough to get a more private taste of Lynan. "The headquarters of my company." "Oh, taking me home on the first date?" Lynan said playfully and Yael looked at him bemused. "You work enough that this is pretty much your home, right?" He gave a derisive grin, not lost to the fact that he had been thinking the same thing just a while ago.

At least this time they did not force him out like they've been doing when he was still codified as a internee and a miscreant. Jason went to speak to Kenny's attorneys, thanking them himself before he came back to where I was standing with Amy and on the other side of her was Eve and Kenny's parents. They sounded to be far and wide these days. " Lazzero said his release will still take a while, I will bring Kenny home latterly, we'll see you there?" Jason directed the last part at me and I jounced before he went back over to Kenny's attorneys. I turned towards Amy who was still watching Jason until I said her name to get her attention." Shall we go also?"

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

I love this man, he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind and what should be done. Bryer is in the hospital and Zachary is about to be lynched by the public, this will be a show of a lifetime.