Novel Barhocker Novels & Stories

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.”

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

Sure, I'm upset with Declan, with all of them, but I'd never put them through something like that. "By chance, was the bar on Barker attacked? Uhm crap what's it called?" It was where older people hung out. It wasn't much for the younger crowd. It's a dusty, beat-down sports bar. The owner is friendly and all, but it is just not my cup of tea for the old men who have been through some things in life. "The Ace? Yeah, Wes and I handled that one together." "Almost burned that place down, too," Wes added to what Archie told me.

To begin with, they had checked in on him, tried to coax him out of the house, but when he turned down the welcome after invitation, they ceased inquiring. Each night, Haven found himself at the same bar, a dingy, faintly lit place with just many pieces away from his flat. It had ended up his second home. The barkeep, a burly man named Rick, knew his plan by heart, whiskey on the rocks. No one asked any questions here, and for that, Haven was thankful.

Cane asked, and when I shook my head, he suggested that we go to the bar together to see if he was there or if anyone had seen him. We left the Fimbars mansion without getting much valuable information and started making our way to the dirty bar, owned by Husky, a man who earned the nickname Dirty. Husky was never a friend of the web, but he was never an enemy either. He was more of a neutral ground where all the groups would hang out. He got his name for his nasty nature and the way he liked dealing with business. One of the reasons why Dante refused to give Husky entry into the web was how dirty his ways were.

Overhead fluorescents buzzed on automatically, one of them flickering at the far end. They moved fast, Diana in front, Nora behind, Samuel watching the entrance. Unit 147 was at the end of the right corridor exactly where Samuel had said. The padlock took the code on the second try. Nora's hands weren't fully steady and she didn't have time to care about that. She pushed the door open. Inside: metal shelving. Two rows. On the middle shelf, a brown leather binder, thick, edges worn. Beside it, two black drives in a clear case.

To catch me. He turned in a lunge and cleared the nonis pouring through the doorway. Jumping like a gazelle. I immediately rolled to peer over his shoulder back toward the hut. Fearing that the monstrous things were swelling over Mardichi and he’d be unable to escape them. I knew a heartbreaking moment of fear at the idea that he’d be killed right there on that hut floor. But not this barbarian. He was rising from the floor. A huge, looming shadow covered in clawing, biting rodents. He roared and shook them loose. Catching one by the tail and ripping it loose from his arm as if tearing away a tick.

Yvette Hill wants to push Barry away and continue to walk inside, but Barry refuses to move a step from the door of the office. "You haven't married the young master, so you don't have the right to order me." "Go away, a little housekeeper, dare to talk to Mrs. Hunter like that." Aaron’s grandpa appeared in front of Barry with a dragon crutch. He bumped Barry with the dragon crutch, and broke his left arm. Barry said nothing but moved away from the office door. Aaron hears the movement outside, he opens the door and looks at Yvette Hill and Arno Hunter standing at the door. "What happened?"