Minus Gf Novels & Stories

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

Quinn's bright blue eyes lit up with amusement, "it's not Gunnar I'm worried about." I sipped my coffee, feeling a tingly sensation against my tongue, "Well, are you going to tell me who you're worried about, or do you expect me to guess?" Quinn rolled her eyes, propping an elbow onto the table and resting her chin in her palm, "It's Ace. Gunnar hasn't seen him in a while and neither have I. I didn't think too much about it but now that Gunnar seems to be worried, so am I."

Zoe walked towards the table and all Dale could do was a prayer of safety and a power of invisibility but nevertheless she was determined not to go down without a fight. Dale sensed objects dropping above her. First a steel sound, and then a slammed paper and a heavy sound of a shotgun. She thought correctly. She then looked deeper at her fair laps decorated in tattoo pictures of dragons, the infinity sign and a big illustration of Lady Zoe and her toes with fixed nails painted red.

I guess good always returns. * * * *

This is just insane. **********

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My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

Marko informed his friends. "Do you think she’s attractive, Zack? I mean Connie, do you find her appealing?" Stefan probed to get Zack to speak up. "No, I’m not interested in her at all. To me, she’s just an ordinary girl, nothing special, and I don’t see anything unique about her," Zack replied flatly, showing no interest in discussing Connie further. "Don’t talk like that, Zack! You might end up falling for her," Freddy said, laughing, trying to tease Zack.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—