Main Street Novels & Stories

I smiled, “I am.” He led me out of the pack house and to a Jeep Wrangler. He helped me into it and got in his side. We went to town and I instantly fell in love with Main Street. The street had nothing but small businesses on either side of the street. There were no nationally known corporations on this street and it was really nice. He smiled as he watched me look around in wonder. He took my hand and smiled as soon as he parked the car. I asked, “What’s so funny?” He smiled, “Not funny, my love. More like fascinated. It floors me that the goddess blessed me with such a beautiful mate.” I smiled, “Aw, I am so blessed too. My mate is amazingly handsome, genero

By morning, Hallowpine has decided what I am. Not unanimously. Towns never agree that cleanly. But there’s a consensus forming, the way mold spreads in damp places—quiet, persistent, hard to scrub out once it settles. I walk down Main Street and feel it everywhere. Eyes linger longer. Conversations pause and resume only after I pass. Some faces soften with relief when they see me. Others tighten, jaws set like they’re bracing for impact. I hate the relief more.

Elliot chuckled to himself, adjusted his tie, and got ready to stride up to the stage with confidence. Suddenly, the host called out, "Here comes the groom. Let the wedding begin!" The doors of the hall flew open, and with every eye on him, Joseph walked toward me while looking sharp in his suit. "Let's welcome the bride, Wendy, and the groom, Joseph Lewis."

When he sent me two sentences at 2:11 in the morning: *I'm in Ashveil. *Something's wrong here.* *Don't come looking for me.* They searched. They found nothing. So I came. --- The main street is too clean. Maple trees line both sides, their leaves gone deep red in the October cold. But the ground beneath them is bare. No fallen leaves. No litter. No mess of any kind. As if someone sweeps before dawn every day and won't tolerate disorder. The few people still out at this hour move with a fluency that isn't trained.

Marlow just looked at me with a blank expression on his face, but I have spent about a week with him and I knew it meant “I’m glad you found a way around your skin reaction and can now shower like a human being.” “You know, just for once I’d like to hear your voice.” He gave me a blank stare and then looked away when Miles handed him the tablet so he could make his order. “Hey, do you guys know Trevor Reed?” I asked deciding to give up on getting Marlow to talk to me. Instantly, all their faces became sour and grumpy. “Everyone knows Trevor Reed,” Miles spat with disgust. He sounded like a Disney villain with his accent, I almost giggled.

Like, they had secrets! Maybe they were having a meeting. Madie reached the post office and immediately did what she had to do, thanking the old mister in the counter. His name was Luke, he was a kind old man. He likes giving her candies or lollipops if he had extras. The Sisters didn't allow her to have too many, but it was their little secret. "Bye, Luke!" Madie waved him goodbye, saying bye to the other people in the office too. All of them are nice. They're all old, but nice.

“I thought downtown would be a little louder than this.” I chuckle. “Main Street is, and we’re three blocks away. Though everything shuts down around ten or eleven. There are a fair amount of festivals in the summer, though, and we have one twenty-four-hour diner. And, of course, Getaway, my brothers’ bar is open until two or three. Friday and Saturday nights are a different story, though once the weather begins to turn, it does quiet down a lot.” “Do you like it here?” “I do. I was born and raised here, so maybe I’m biased. But it’s a good town with good people and it’s a safe place to raise a kid.”

Travis says. "It's ok. I was messing with you both." I say as we enter through the town. It is only about five in the morning, so the pack is still sleeping. I start down the long driveway to the packhouse, and I am glad to be home. I pull the truck up front on the side and cut off the engine.

Chloe snapped her fingers in the air and yelped, "Yeah, that's it! I'm dying to know if it's true." "Yes, it is. This plane is custom and equipped with an anti-missile system," Defne confirmed enthusiastically. "Aside from that this also carries a stable for transporting horses and the like, a full-choked bar, a gym, a garage space, a compact chapel, and a large jacuzzi bath decorated with LED lights inside Mr. Greyson's pad."

Hay, it could happen. Two minutes later Mikki lifts her head suddenly, her ear pricking. An unknown wolf stood at the tree line. He was grey and brown, and so big that when he jumped through the fence his back touched the top and his chest touched the bottom rail. None of the other wolfs did that, and the boys were pretty big. Even Vic didn't' touch both rails.