Movie Worthy Novels & Stories

hell no. While I was ordering two coffees, I could hear people whispering about something, well not about something but about me. "Who is she and why was she so close to boss?" a girl spat to her friend in anger. "I don't know but Boss even allowed her in his office. Can you believe that?.....he never let's anyone come into his office until he tells them to but this bitch is even working there" her friend said in disgust. I rolled my eyes at their talks....jealous bitches

She pushed her chair and stood up, ready to walk out. He was hurt once more seeing her shut him down. He ceased being good enough for her the moment she tasted James Andrew’s wealth. “Please stay. There’s a lot you don’t know about your son.” He was going to shake up her world as she had done to him. {THIRTY YEARS AGO} Abel Wright was exhausted after a long night patrolling the block. His wrist was still aching from the previous night’s altercation with some of their rivals. The car engine almost gave up on him two blocks away. He would have to get his jalopy checked once more. That didn’t affect their budget much since his friend Ray owned a repair shop.

It was a pathetic thought to realize that a werewolf as tough as Tenny would have hurt feelings. “Tenny, do you ever watch this Meal Network channel?” His question was followed by silence. He imagined that Tenny was trying to figure out where this conversation was headed with such a drastic change of conversation. “Uh, sometimes…” Tenny sounded puzzled. “Who is this tiny little blonde woman on here?” Santiago asked as he watched her adjust an apron around her waist and then smooth her hands down her abdomen and upper legs to press out the wrinkles. He was actually getting turned on while watching a cooking show. Perhaps he was the pathetic one and not Tenny.

It was called ‘Love, Vinora’ and true to its name, the place offered baked goods and flavours popular with the capital’s populace or unique to Vesperia. The bakery owner smiled politely as she handed over the package filled to the brim with large lemon and white chocolate chip muffins. “Thank you very much for your patronage, my lady.” Valery accepted it gratefully and grinned brightly behind her mask. “Thank you as well. I will be sure to return for more.”

Valente’s empire was a maze of clean fronts and filthy money. A knock broke her focus. “Delivery,” a voice called. Aria’s pulse jumped. She hadn’t ordered anything. She cracked the door. A courier stood in the hall, hood drawn low. “Package for you, Ms. Lane.” “I didn’t…” He pressed a slim black envelope into her hand and turned without waiting for a signature. Inside: a single card, thick and unmarked except for an embossed silver V. Her phone vibrated. Unknown: Tonight. Pier 19. Midnight. Jordan answered on the first ring. “Tell me you’re not considering this.”

One voice was cut off sharply by another intense voice. “Without a price, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice that much time and money. It’s much more than we usually do.” “Vince, you’d be crazy not to accept. Do you realize how much money this could make us?” Landon mentally noted the two voices sounded different and especially clung to the sound of Vincent’s voice. “You think I need to worry about money? I’m talking connections here. Arroyo is really sloppy when it comes to his deals.”

she said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you already had that title locked up before today, he said, looking for that smile. I could get used to this he thought as he saw her eyes light up and wondered how it would feel to have that smile to himself.Frowning at that possessive thought, he said “do you have a card or some contact information for your compensation”. Eyebrowsdrawn she shook her head,“as I said it was my pleasure, the girls getting to meet you was compensation enough.”

In fact, if you pull several children from the streets, they should've watched more movies than her in their short lifetime. Shaking his head, Alec leaned back to turn his arm and chest into the ultimate pillow. "Love, what sort of movie do you want? Do you have any specific genres?" "No! Anything would do. Even documentaries!" "_"

Many had tears in their eyes, and the older wolves who'd been around during his father's rule stood to attention out of respect for his bloodline as he passed. Finally, Damon reached his corner, where Knox waited for him. "Nice work," his Beta grinned, gesturing to his neck, and Damon grew red. It was obvious what the last thirty minutes were used for. A gasp from the crowd behind him caused Damon to turn, and there stood his mate in all of her glory.

I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall. “Who are you going to see?” She asks as I begin to walk away. “The Backstabbing Rats.” I turn around and throw devil horn hand symbols into the air. Wyatt rolls her eyes at me. “You’re not a fan of metal are you?” She shrugs, “I don’t not like metal.” Whatever the fuck that means. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, “This is for dinner.” I hand it to her.