Pantsed Novels & Stories

“Papi, I need pants help” Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a tall shadow filled the doorway. Zane leaned a shoulder into the frame, arms crossed, plain white T-shirt and dark joggers hanging off him. His black hair looked a little wrecked, scruff shadowing his jaw. His eyes landed on my face first before dropping to Ash. “Who needs pants help?” His voice came low, still rough from sleep. “Me.” Ash shot toward him, almost slamming into his shin. “Mami wants to murder me with tight shorts.”

"Sweatpants are an inefficiency. They breed a mindset of stagnation." I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to summon my usual bright, sarcastic shield to mask the intense awkwardness vibrating through my veins. "Right. God forbid a human being experiences comfort. By the way... about last night. I was a bit... overwhelmed. So, thanks. For not letting me get murdered by a guy with a wire cutter." "You're welcome," Peter said, his voice smooth, cold, and entirely devoid of any acknowledgment of the fact that I had practically melted into his skin twelve hours ago. "There is espresso in the machine. Food is in the refrigerator. Eat. We have a scheduling conflict to resolve."

Came his curt reply. Everything at the moment was annoying him. It is trying to keep his emotions at bay that was brought about his two faces. He can’t show to his mother how much of a weakling he is when it comes to his wife. Ben has long left the place, he believed he is not needed there for the time being and him been there might a little bit of things up. “Then Alice, she shall be called” His mother uttered as she left him stranded there.

His dark mirth failed to cheer him. He heard her before he set eyes on her, the sweet sound of her voice making him shut his eyes. "Oooh, look at these pretty dresses. What do you think, Wyatt?" "I think they look like dresses," growled his former packmate, still as irritable as ever. "Look who's Mr. Grumpy-pants today." "I hate shopping." "I know, but I'm tired of wearing the same thing all the time, and I need new underwear. Oh, and a bra."