Paxton Yoshida Novels & Stories

Anya snapped. " I know, I know. But there's nothing to lose if you take it. I mean you're definitely going to pass the eval and besides if you leave now then word about this will spread around, you know what I mean?” Patrick said tilting his head . " How old is he?" Anya asked rapidly. She didn't know why she wanted to know his age when she didn't even know his name. "He's twenty seven, why?" Patrick looked confused "He made manager at twenty seven?" Anya was shocked.

I won't kill the young girl yet. I quickly left the bed and walk out of the room. it was like to hunt and roam as usual. Hutton's POV I didn't know when tears fell from my eyes until they touched my chest, sending a cold chill through me. I have been in my room since I came back from school. I couldn't eat a single meal. All my appetite was gone. How was I going to eat when my joy had been taken away most painfully? I thought life would go well for me. Everything had been fine until recently, when everything turned sour.The pain of losing my mother and the pain of having my girlfriend maltreated and molested by Xander right in my face. It was the most painful thing that had happened to me...

“I’m from Silver Fangs pack,” “A human in a wolf pack?” “Yes, wolves and humans co-exist there,” “What’s your age?” I looked at him wondering why is he asking such a question. “I’m… eighteen,” “Eighteen?” he raised one of his eyebrows. He must’ve sensed that I lied. “In four months,” I said. His lips curled in a smile. I can see that Alex finds me interesting. The skies started rumbling and, in a few minutes, it started to rain heavily. I look at Alex and he’s having a strange look on his face.

Dearly, he became my best-treasured friend for being with me for how many years. He is studying law. Well, fortunately for him he's got quite a benefit from being a man. Paxton is a callboy. He is like a freelancer offering his skills and unsurpassed talents, but the thing is... he's not selling anything but sex. Do you see how twisted his situation is? He's breaking the law to earn handsomely for money destined to be his tuition fee in studying law. He's turning thirty soon, I just forgot when was his birthday.

I ignored it and carried on down my route. Paxton was standing by the mantle with his phone in his hand. He sported a cream open-front cardigan over a white t-shirt. The faded jeans fit him like a glove, while his cream and black Clarks added the perfect finishing touch to his outfit. He really looked dapper.

Dahlia spoke up as the wolf approached my father. “That’s an oddly powerful yet strange looking wolf,” Troy commented. “Who’s Arthur?” Angelo asked. “The wolf,” Kieran replied. “Who does the wolf belong to?” Boris followed up. “Paxton,” I replied. I already knew about his destiny. “PAXTON?” the guys asked in disbelief. He was pretty large for a ten year old. He was almost as large as Skye. “Yes, Paxton Keller! Now can we please get on with this?” Dahlia said impatiently. She’s a great guardian.

She stretched out in the seat. Paxton launched into a story about their crazy antics whenever they visited Silas' large family in New Mexico. The way Paxton spoke about these people, it was with warmth and joy, whereas he'd been hesitant and even bitter talking about his own. It was interesting learning the layers to this man. When she'd first met him, he'd been the soldier. He'd surprised her with how much tenderness he was capable of showing toward Sushi Roll. Then he'd shown her yet another side when they were alone.

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I

The color drains from his face, leaving him pale as a corpse, ready to collapse before I've even cut him. "Please don't hurt me. My little sister, I'm all she's got." I pause, the knife steady against his chest. For a second, it isn't just some trembling kid staring back at me. It's me. Sixteen years old, doing whatever Jax told me just to stay alive. "What's your name, kid?" My voice stays edged, rough. "P-Paxton." I tilt my head, studying him like a bug pinned under glass. "Tell me, Paxton... why the fuck are you running jobs for a slimy piece of shit like Billings?"