Piper Prue Novels & Stories

"Jesus Christ, Cameron Pierce! What the hell happened to you?" "Fucking A, Rachel. Have some tact!" Piper popped up. She was the oldest of the group-although, only by a couple of years. I envied her. Everything about her screamed perfection, but she was completely immune to it. "Would you two shut up? Check out the man candy. Who the hell is this, Cam?" Charlotte, better known to us as Charlie, was as lesbian as the day was long, but she appreciated the male form as much as the rest of us. All four girls turned to Dax, who stood at their acknowledgment.

Like it was 2003. Cutting the last box open and restocking the shelf of cereals, I wiped my hands on my jeans, shoved the cutter into the back pocket of my apron, and walked toward the front of the store. Susie was at the counter, chewing on a pen cap while watching the tiny TV above the register. The volume of the TV was really low so I barely heard what she was looking at and nor was I really interested to be honest. My boots squeaked against the linoleum as I came up behind her, and I was just about to say bye when my eyes caught a flurry of movement and the text "ARCTIC BLADES." on the TV.

But before he could spit any of them out, heels—expensive but loud—clicked rapidly across the marble floor. Piper. She materialized at Nigel’s side like a badly timed pop-up ad—loud, unnecessary, and irritating. Her lip gloss shone so brightly it reflected the chandelier above her. She gave Luther a stare that lasted half a second too long before switching her expression into something delicate and trembling. “She’s stalking us, sir,” Piper said, flipping her hair like she’d practiced the move in the mirror. She stepped closer to Luther—big mistake. Luther didn’t even look at her—his hand stayed on Nigel’s shirt, knuckles whitening, the fabric already wrinkling.

She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad. Piper, on the other hand, was only five foot four and too curvy to look good in most off-the-rack outfits. Her hair was that boring color somewhere between brown and blonde, and her eyes were a light, almost washed-out blue. The only thing she really liked about herself was her face. It wasn't model caliber, but pretty enough if she put some makeup on. Not that she did that very often. When she was examining gems through her tools and viewing scopes, heavy makeup on her eyes posed a problem.

Piper walked back to meet Iris. “Madam, the water is hot now,” Piper said. “Alright. Go and arrange food for four men and bring the food to me,” Iris said. “Okay, ma,” Piper said. Piper walked to the kitchen. She carried a jug and poured hot water inside it. She carried four spoons and four cups, she carried butter, sliced bread and beverages. She carried everything in a tray and walked back to meet Iris. “This is it, ma,” Piper said, and placed the tray and its contents on a small table.

She was woefully out of her league when it came to her not-date with the Steampunk Captain Hook. "This is a good look." Piper stepped out of the bathroom and flipped the lights. Another powerhouse, Piper was the Sound Doctor. An independent contractor no one game company could afford. The rumor was her very ears were insured. "You have two options." Tamara pointed her lollipop at Andrea. "One, dress like the hot, smart woman you are and be treated like a dumb piece of ass. Or two, blend in as one of the guys, and fly under the radar until you're too valuable to be underrated, and then who cares what you look like?"

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Piper reached over and grab a bag of chips and popped it open and the smell of BBQ filled the car. “Hand some over red” Annie commanded . “Hell Nahh” “Go get yours” “Already ate mine, now I want yours” “That’s not happening, wait … did you just say…? “ piper gasped. “That wasn’t difficult now, was it?” Annie smirked as she sat back on her sit with the fried chips on her hand. “Bebe, trust me I don’t think I can ever get enough of you” she whispered in my ear. Sending a sudden tickles down my spine.

He kept his arm around me as I let out a shaky breath. “Boys.” Terry grit his teeth. “Your timing as always remains most unfortunate. I take it the little songbird is to blame this time.” His gaze landed on Susie. She gasped and hid behind Julian. Julian tilted his head. “Fortune, misfortune. It’s all relative, isn’t it? Let’s not forget that Piper is part of this competition, so she has other duties. Duties pertaining mainly to us, her suitors and not to you, an outsider. I’m sure you understand.”