Romans & histoires Novel Barhocker

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

While she wrestled with her furious lettering, I pulled out my laptop and began scrolling through articles about the developer tangled in the Marigold Grove deal. Harbormore Group. Their influence sprawled across many ventures: hotels, mixed-use skyscrapers, and luxurious condos boasting rooftop gardens that no one truly tended. I sifted through polished press releases and glossy renderings of the proposed redesign—none of which included the ancient willow trees or the serene koi pond, none of which felt remotely like the beloved Marigold Grove. “What do you know about them?” I queried Delilah without lifting my gaze from the screen. “Just that they’re trash,” she replied nonchalantly, smear

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.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

I hopped in, started the engine and sped off. Lorenzo was at the bar drinking. He'd unintentionally shattered every bottle served to him. Anytime he tried taking a shot, Lincoln came to mind. He was so devastated and forever angry at himself. He lowered his head on the counter when suddenly he felt a presence behind his back. Turning his head, he gazed at the intruder. He wasn't surprised to see it was Rohan. "Cobber, you're here," Rohan said, sitting beside him. The bartender served more drinks on the table for them. Lorenzo corked the rum, pouring it on the wine glasses. He handed one to Rohan.

Barra's eyes locked to mine in stare before his lips lifted one side, he smirked at me. I walked in but a voice of the man next to me suddenly made me startled, "Holy cats!" I almost fell before I was completely taken aback, "Why are you here?! Aren't you busy with your lover?" Barra was walking beside me with his hands which he put into his trouser pockets. I thought he prefered to be with Moorah out there. "Do you know which room Jake's in?" He didn't care about my question instead he asked me back. And, his question made sense. I had no idea where he was being treated.

It became clear that the bar had not been moved in a long time. Outside, I could hear voices, and I suspected that the old lady had already alerted the warriors to our location. We had little time left. I strained against the bar, grunting and my veins bulging, until it finally snapped off with a loud crack, narrowly missing my jaw. I gasped and so did Chi Chi. “Great, now let's go!” I said urgently as I was beginning to hear the warriors entering the hut. “Come on” I stepped out of the small door, into the bark yard of the hut. Just as I was helping Chi Chi out the door, the sound of the first door being opened filled my ears.

I kept remembering Freya’s words, "...if you discover him with another woman, you make no move, you bear the pain knowing that you failed, and so he has to find satisfaction somewhere else" Could Thane be away, seeking satisfaction from another woman since I hadn’t satisfied him? I remembered the feel of his fingers in me, going in and out... what if he did more, what if Axel hadn't stopped him, what would it feel like? I picked up the book titled 'Barbara's Fantasies', the one I had found in the library. I had hidden it beneath the bed, hoping that it would never be discovered. I opened the book. It was like some kind of Diary- belonging to a woman named Barbara, but instead of recording me