Misfits Robert Sheehan Novels & Stories

I didn’t close it all the way, just enough where you couldn’t tell that I was peeking. “Aye you shit!” His voice was loud, walking closer to Sabor who stood tall beneath the attic. Beneath me. “Where is your sister… tell her I need her.” “I don’t know where she is,” Sabor lied, blinking at the intoxicated man as he stepped closer. He stood tall over Sabor. His skin was pale, sweaty as he stomped around the house in a dark blue mechanic's jumpsuit. His dirty blond hair is greased back. The cigarette in his hand was just about gone, but the way he held it showed his black stained fingertips. With his eyes still on Sabor, he pointed up above his head.

Or, possibly her anticipation of what was to come? Her pale yellow slippers, adorned with rows of multicolored beading blended to create a beautiful peacock, provided a flimsy walk. Their delicate constitution was certainly no match for the thick muck coating the final stretch of the dark, dank alley. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. She had almost maneuvered her way through the perilous debris permeating her path without a mishap. She was so near. Now, she would be presented to the good Doctor Jameson with the all too questionable and unpleasantly thick goo coating a great deal of her slippers.

My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Holy sht.* I pulled my hands away and stared at them. They were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't the elite, untouchable Elizabeth Monroe. I was Mara Collins. A girl from a crumbling apartment with a sick mother and a bank account that was permanently in the red. If Adrian Holt ever discovered that the girl he was currently terrorizing was a complete nobody and a liar who wiped down sticky bar counters for a living, he wouldn't just have me fired. He would destroy me.

What met Celeste was a quick and decisive kick from Rory. She had never expected things to have gotten so terribly out of hand after being gone on a business trip for just a month. She barked orders and had her people haul me and Benjamin up out of the pit. Rory shoved Celeste's head against the ground and dragged her forward to see the mangled body. "Look at who you just killed!" she yelled. Celeste stood there like she'd been stunned. "It's Finnegan and someone impersonating our brother... Rory, why are you hitting me?"

With that, she started narrating. “From the very first day, that guy had one motto to get me on his bed. He wants my body, even after failing every time he made a nasty plan to trap me into his fake love. One fine day, our common friend rang me saying he had an accident. He gave me the address of his farmhouse where he is alone and no one was taking care of him. Without thinking about anything, I directly drove to his farmhouse. “Baby, Where are you” Anxious Rose entered his castle and began scanning her eyes for him. She heard a banging sound and found him locking the door from back.

She is so close to me yet I always feel like I can never pass through the wall between us. “Tell me, Heather, why are you still labeling yourselves as “fuck buddies”?” At that, her expression stiffens and is replaced with a stern look. “Luca is now getting better and…it’s been five years already for crying out loud.” Heather’s brows furrow before she takes my glass shot and gobbles it in one go. “It’s like a business transaction. He gives me my needs and I give him his, nothing more, nothing less." Her lips curve into a smile—strained, as her eyes flicker with nonchalance.

Whoever this girl was must be someone with a terrible reputation. *Her name.* *It's Aurora. Aurora Macafee.* I see; Blake's reaction to her name makes more sense now. Every wolf has been taught to hate the name Macafee from a young age. The beautiful woman standing outside the packhouse demanding to see me was the daughter of my father's supposed to mate and former best friend—the daughter of the pack traitors; the she-wolf who desired to meet with me and request that her pack link be terminated. She wanted me to disown her so she could live her life fully elsewhere. She, like me, was tired of living in the shadow of her parents' history.

she yelled at him. “I would never disrespect our Moon Goddess like that. Fated mates are to be cherished.” He told her. “Who is she!?” Tiffany screamed. “I need to know! I demand to know who you're abandoning me for. Throughout all these years, Maximus, I've patiently awaited the moment for you to step up and make me your Luna. I've been entirely dedicated to you all this time. You go out for one final hurrah with your friends, and then you return mated to someone else. For the love of everything, please, reveal who the hell she is?” Her rage was palpable, as her face flushed with anger and her brows twisted into a threatening scowl. Maximus, taken aback by the intensity of her emotions, too

"I'm completely lost and confused, everything around me seems to be in chaos, and I can't make sense of it—" "Artemis, you are a despicable and shameless prostitute! Your behavior is so shameful that it is causing disgrace to the entire group. Your profession is nothing but that of a prostitute whore! What the fuck is this!?" Her mother exclaimed. As her mother showed her the video spreading like wildfire online, titled “Sin,” I longed to confess to her that the blame rested solely on my shoulders.