Paula Cracker Novels & Stories

Glory taunted as Paul looked at her heart broken and defeated “Babe that is so cold, we can put the mission on hold till after you take a shower right?” Paul spoke in a sly voice. Connor starts to walk forward and lifts Paul off the ground “Listen Crocker you ain't going anywhere near my sister till this job gets done so I hope you like spending your night alone. Cause you and her so ain't happening ever again. Now let's get started.”

I can’t stop thinking about how I imagined her giving me pleasure when Cassey was sucking the life out of me, but I know that I never brought it up to Paula, and I kept it strictly professional with her. After breakfast, Luka left first when he got an emergency call from work. I wonder what his role is because he sounded like someone who calls orders. As Paula helped her sister-in-law to clear up the dining table, I went outside to take a smoke. Paula came out of the house, sexy as always. She is wearing blue tight jeans, white lace cami crop top, and a royal blue blazer on top. Her look was completed by black, red bottom point toe high heels.

"Miracles don't exist. And at the same time, Nick, there's no point in trying to do the same things that haven't worked before. Another loan? That's only going to bury you deeper. You need something different. Something new." "And what's the brilliant idea, then?" I asked, unable to keep the slight edge of irony out of my voice. "Since you apparently have all the answers." Paula studied me for a long moment, as if weighing whether she should really say what was on her mind. Then she did. "Gwen." I blinked, certain I'd misheard her. "What?" "Gwen," Paula repeated, her voice firm now. "She's not… what was it she said she did? A digital marketing consultant specializing in rural tourism?"

she said trying to throw shade at her mother. Jeffrey Dawson just looked at his late friend’s daughter. This is not the princess that his friend, Roland Yates, imagined her to become. “Didn’t you just come from lunch?” he asked lightly. “No” she shook her head. “Who eats salad for lunch? Only cows” she replied bluntly. “Sorry” she immediately apologized when she saw Uncle Dawson pouring dressing on his salad. ‘Moooo’ she wanted to add. “Tell me what did Minerva want this time?” the good lawyer asked her again.

“He’s not wrong. He almost died three times this week. I was very entertained.” Before Paula can fire back, Parker gestures toward the few tables with both men and women. “And those?” “Ah.” Paula grins. “Those are the Bone Breakers.” “The what now?” Parker’s expression folds into something between concern and fascination. “She means the trainers,” I say, as Paula’s already halfway back to her seat. “They’re the people who taught me to throw a blade before I could spell my own name.” “Cool,” Parker mutters, then freezes again as a new group enters the hall.

Yet another thing on the ever-growing list of reasons why this guy is the bane of my fucking existence. I’m about to skate back toward where the rest of the guys are helping Vak defend the net, the forwards for Ice owls on an aggressive offensive attack. That’s when vaks center, Paul , checks Caspian into the wall. Hard. A lot harder than necessary. Meanwhile, the puck is sent sailing to the other end of the rink. Instincts tell me to skate after it, but the whistle blowing catches my attention and drags it back to where Caspian is crumpled to the ground.

Miranda cut him off as she walked toward the living room. "Savory pancakes?" Paul followed her. "Here." She stopped by the table and tilted her chin slightly. "It's kind of like a pancake, but not exactly. We call them savory pancakes down south. My dad made it this morning. Want to try it?" "Sure." He grabbed a fork from the kitchen and then sat down to eat. Miranda sat across from him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him. "How is it?" "It's really fresh. Even with the chili flakes, it's not too spicy and tastes great." Paul ate every bite and even finished all the sauce.

“But we’ll need to move soon. Cain’s not the type to let this go.” Dino gave a curt nod, glancing toward Alejandro and Sanchez, who stood near a fallen log, whispering in low, tense voices. Paula sat on a rock nearby, nursing a graze on her shoulder, her expression distant but haunted. She was still shaken—but not broken. “You okay?” Dino asked as he approached her. Paula looked up. “I’ll live.” He studied her for a moment. “You’ve been holding back. What do you know about Vexler?”

“We can get in that way.” “Marvelous.” Dom leans forward. “I have something I’d like to follow up as well,” she says quietly. “One of the survivors gave me a name in Bratislava. A guy who pretends to be a modeling agent. I want to follow that thread eventually. Not now. After Vanguard.” “Noted,” Kir says. She nods and lets it go. We eat together at two in the afternoon. A rough picnic put together with things Oba and Butcher bought from the boulangerie downstairs and the market next door.