Novel Barhocker Novels & Stories

Jenny pressed her lips together. She looked like she wanted to kick me under the table. Or strangle me. Barbara looked at me. She looks genuinely confused. Her brows pulled together. She glanced at Jenny. Then back at me. "Who is Derrick?"

It was handcrafted laboriously, with every rock and carved stone placed with intentionality - This is why it still stands as an architectural wonder. "Well then, this about wraps it up," King Barakar declared, so we headed back to the Iron Den. I noticed that King Barakar's mind has gained peace after I got him to talk. My strategy worked, and I was delighted I could contribute positively to his well-being, no matter how little it may seem. As we got to the gate Iron Den, I caught sight of something that made my heart thump. I saw a flag bearing the crest of Ravenhill flapping in the air above a carriage. As we got in, I saw some of Ravenhill's soldiers standing guard beside the carriage.

I finally make іt tо the еnd оf thе bar, аnd ѕԛuаt іn the circle whеrе the flаіr bаrtеndеrѕ tоѕѕ bоttlеѕ tо ѕhоw оff tо thе ladies. Racks оf bоttlеѕ аrе ѕtоrеd right in front of my fасе, but that’s nоt whаt’ѕ on mу mіnd аѕ оnе оf the mеn gіvеѕ thе оthеr a mіghtу kісk, аnd I hеаr hіm ѕtаrt tо rеtсh.

Chris, caught by surprise, quickly darted to catch up, nearly bumping into me as we reached the corner of the bar, and for the first time giving me a view of the angel sitting just three stools down. “Hey Lucca! Long time no see!” the fresh-faced bartender waved as he strolled over to us, leaning against the bar top lazily. “Awesome to see you man.” He added as he extended his hand for a friendly handshake. I smiled warmly at the barkeep. He was a wolf from a neighboring pack, a Gamma if memory serves correctly.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

“Yes. This is truly amazing. I had no idea Northern had technology like this.” “Ahem, there are many things the outside world doesn't know about Northern. There is a reason I am where I am.” Ah, that's true too. Doctor Barra is a human, while Northern is a werewolf country closed from the outside world and known for its ruthlessness. How did he get there? "So, how did it go?" Alpha Rohan asked ahead of me. Doctor Barra took his time to gather while tidying up his tools which were scattered on the table, to put them back into his bag. Seeing the two of them bickering in each of their conversations, I caught the familiarity and trust between them.

The redhead turned around and looked at me from head to toe, her blue eyes sizing me up before she smiled brightly and stood in front of me saying, “ Hi, I’m Barbara but you can call me Barbie cause obviously I could pass as Barbie if she was a redhead.” I looked at her hand which she extended for a handshake and was about to take in mine when Hector entered the class. He looked at me and Barbara and suddenly frowned. Without a word, he rolled his eyes and came between me and Barbara, “ Get lost” he said in a low growl. “ Sheesh Hector, don’t be so uptight,” Barbara said, trying to laugh it off even though her face was covered with embarrassment. He glared at her and she turned around immedi

And on any given night the bar lived up to its namesake. "Keep alive tonight, my man," the other bartender/bouncer and my new roommate, Skunk, tells me as I take up residence with him, running my gaze along the packed house. When I first met him, I thought Jagger and Layne were exaggerating the smell of this guy, and the nickname wasn't true. The fuck did I know? He reeks of weed day and night. He smokes it day and night too. He's a good guy, but goddamn I don't know how he makes it through life. It's a way of life for him. All day. Every day. How this guy functions is beyond me, but he does, and he always knows what the fuck is going on. "One of the Heaven Hill Princesses just showed up, kn

I’m not interested in being the bitch that fucked someone’s soulmate. I head for the better of the three bars—a little hole in the wall called Keggers that tends to have a younger crowd and a comfortable atmosphere for women. The bartender-slash-owner is a woman named Barb who looks like she could kick even Ridge’s ass, so creepy dudes don’t last very long in her establishment.

Vox explained. Just then, a large number of hunters and mercenaries entered the bar, exhausted. "Uh. That was very tiring." A mercenary with a mohawk said as he sat heavily on a chair at a corner. "Yes." Another agreed. "I saw myself in Nirvana a couple times." A young hunter said. "More like Hades." Another said with a chuckle. "Yo, Bar, get the baths ready!" Someone yelled at Bar. "Yes, give me three minutes." Bar said and pressed a button.