Mia Potter Novels & Stories

I was happy to watch that ass as it retreated. After a moment, Bridget mused, "Maybe you should ask Jenn." Jenn Potter was a girl whose cute face was marred by a constant struggle with acne, but still was attractive as hell. Her top notch rack didn't hurt there... I was struck by the realization that I was actually confident that if I made play for her, I could probably have her. Who the fuck was I? "That's not a bad idea..." I thought out loud. *

"Just absolutely bloody brilliant." My name is Cordelia Blackthorne, and I used to be somebody important. Well, important-adjacent. The rejected mate of Alpha Lysander Ashworth, to be precise. These days, I prefer to think of myself as Delia the Potter, maker of questionably shaped mugs and seller of overpriced ceramic nonsense to tourists who think everything handmade is automatically charming. The letter sat there like a particularly venomous spider, daring me to open it. I'd been perfectly happy pretending the supernatural world had forgotten about me entirely.