Mile 666 Novels & Stories

Later, I slowly tore the silver feathered wedding gown I'd worn 66 times into shreds, ripping up the remnants of dignity holding this relationship together. I'd loved Arnold for six years, and it was high time this was put to an end.

She used to shield him from exactly that kind of thinking too. It hadn't stopped him from sleeping with Melissa six hundred and sixty-six times behind her back regardless. When a man decides to stray, it's rarely ever about how his wife looks or acts. It's rot that starts from somewhere inside him. The smell. The decay. But Mrs. Collins meant well. Lily managed a small smile. "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." She gave Toby his bath that evening, then retreated to the master bedroom. The room was empty. She found herself drifting toward the balcony without quite deciding to.

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

The reporter looks between Camila and me. "Anonymous says your marriage is a marriage agreement that lasts sixty days, Is that true? And what happens after that?" Everything stops.

I buckle him into his car seat and we make our way to the school. I park and then we walk inside and Theo leads me to his classroom. When we get there, Theo runs inside the room and immediately goes to the colouring books. The teacher, a tall lady with dark hair and glasses who I would guess is in her thirties walks up to me and smiles warmly. “Hi, I’m Mia. I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name on the phone yesterday.” “Hi, yeah, sorry. My name is Six.” “Oh, I see. That makes so much sense now.” What does that mean? I give her a look of confusion and she says, “Come in, have a seat.” We walk over to her desk and I sit in a chair opposite her.

It buzzed once already. I sink into the sofa by the window, the plush fabric doing nothing to soften the tension coiled in my spine. The global announcement was a calculated move. It doesn’t reveal your name, your face. Just your Player ID. A number for the wolves to chase. #666666. That’s me. Public enemy number one. Or public recruitment target number one. Same difference. The other number was #666661. Jax.

He made love to her in the car, and when she climaxed against him, she said, "I love you, Cian." "I love you too, Ivy lass." Writer's Note Hello loves. This concludes the book 'One Night, Six Days & A Date Later'. I hope you enjoyed it. Do leave your comments below. I'm considering a sequel for Riley. I'll decide this based on demand. Please let me know what you think. Until then!

I smirk Lucky for me I invested in a man in Japan who changes the interior of cars making it impossible for it to blow up or even feel the impact of a car crash but the outside can and will catch alight after 1 minute Well, let's see what 9 million can get me. Pressing down the speed meter reaches its max speed of 300km/h "Fuck this is going to hurt" I chuckle and in seconds the car flips over from the impact of the bomb After about 4 turns the car lands on the ground on its wheels. Checking my watch I have 42 seconds Unbuckling my seatbelt I try to open the car door but it's jammed "Fuck" I cuss out

There is a magnificent building in front of my eyes. It looks like a glass house… a glass castle rather. It has a good number of leeches shooting out from the ground beneath it, trailing against its walls up to the peak. Now I know why it felt familiar. I have seen it most times in my dreams. It usually comes in the manner of crawling warmth, giving me the illusion that I belong with it. However, there always seems to be a lurking feeling of unease whenever I see it.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat