Novel Barhocker Novels & Stories

June apparently wanted to know why Mama was crying, and Rachel told her — sometimes people cry when something good happens — and June apparently accepted this with the philosophical equanimity of a four-year-old who has more important things to do. Third, I went to the Lincoln Square apartment and I stood in every room. The kitchen with the window where I had stood in my robe reading the Tribune story. The small bedroom where I had lain awake running timelines. The desk where I had found Rachel Voss's name at eleven-seventeen at night. The bookshelf — rebuilt, full, mine. The lamp from the reading room that Margaret had dismantled and that I had recovered and carried here. I stood in each ro

"No. But I do know the main one is an Alpha. Most of the Hunters in here and at the hotel say that the owner of this bar would be able to point me in the right direction... However, some of the Hunters here also said that he hasn't been around for a while, so there is a chance I won't get to see him." I straighten, knowing that I don't need the charade anymore, and hold out my hand. He takes it and I say, "Hi let me introduce myself. I'm Zachariah, the owner of this establishment." "It's good to meet you, Zachariah, my name is Charles..." He then looks at me with a little more scrutiny. I see the moment he realises who I am. "Wait, I remember you now... You nearly caught me when you jumped o

Never have I ever done a wolf, might be fun even though we are natural enemies. Spotting the bar was easy, it was the only thing on a straight road for around thirty miles. There was a huge amount of motorbikes outside, mostly choppers and Harleys but hey bikes are bikes right. Wrong Lyra, the minute I walk into the bar I feel the shift in the air.

– I mocked. He looked at his fingers and then at me: - I am impressed with the way you observe me and know everything about me, “Bárbara”. - Miss Novaes, please. - I asked. – No intimacies. - B-á-rbara . He spelled it out slowly, to annoy me. - Well, “Heitor”, get out of there and I'll open this crap. I put the bottle on the floor and tried to open the door, using all my strength. But he couldn't even get his fingers into the crack, it was so small.

(Commander Barika) Commander Barika were leading his fellow marines, spear heading the battle with ferocity like no other. Everywhere he and his Division goes, dead bodies and bloods would trail behind. Commander Barika, didn’t even used his Firearms in his battle just went around swinging his stainless steel war hammer on to any enemies that cross path with him. “Commander, The Dock area and the Fallen wall has been secured……wait…Commander, did that guy just said he surrender?..”.(Major Orel)

Another man spoke up in a deep husky voice that was in complete contrast with his short and round frame, as he at on his chair fanning himself with a small handful, especially since every window and door in the bar had been slammed shut to prevent spying eyes and ears. “You couldn’t have been more shocked than me, Greger…” The third man said with utter confidence almost like this was a contest, and the most shocked person would get a mouth-watering price. “I was eating and even went ahead to choke on my food when I read his letter…” he continued speaking while shaking his big and chubby head and neck as he spoke. He was actually pretty lean, except for the big bulge of his stomach poking thr

I had gotten a text from Axel, my favorite bastard, that Chester was the leader in Arizona now; making me just want to stop and check on the guy for old times sake. “Speak of the Devil…” I tossed the used cigarette to the side, seeing a black suv pull up to the bar and Chester get out with a perturbed looking wolf. Then another car opened and a skinny blond with a bob-cut looking like Karen from the attack went up and shook his hand, leading him to a door in the back. “What the Fuck is this all about?” My curiosity was piqued, shady deals in shady businesses always leading to trouble. I made my way as quiet as I could to the door and gently opened it, seeing that it lead to a back hall of so

she asked, and Hank replied quickly, "You're not a criminal. It's all a big misunderstanding." Soon Hank and Barb were very compatible roommates. Barb, having realized that she was safe for the winter, began to enjoy her life. She learned the Hank was a writer who wrote historical books, textbooks, novels, and the like. He expected to do his most productive writing during his months snowbound. Summers were devoted more to the business of writing books in the city. Recognizing his needs, Barb quickly began taking total care of the household chores, cooking meals, cutting kindling, and keeping the firewood supply indoors. Only occasionally did Hank split the big log rounds for exercise and fun

Dana POV: Like Dana, Barbish Is A Mimic Henreich Barbish rises from the wicker chair with a sudden energy that seems to belong to a younger man entirely, his robe billowing out around him like a dark cloud. "If you three don't mind," he says, already walking off. "Come with me." Hester glances at me, his eyes growing in his face. He drops his voice to a whisper. "In case you don't know, you're about to find out why they really call him the Reclusive Barbish."

that is the only answer. ***** Baraka walked through the market hall. Heading to mother Colia's house, hopefully he will get answers. It's him.. the criminal, always looking dirty. They people whispered among themselves. He heard them but walked away. He doesn't understand but something was off somewhere. Being the man he is, he knows he doesn't let bygones be bygones. But nowadays,he doesn't even listen to the people's talk. Neither does he hurt anyone again. He doesn't understand, why he's changing so much.