Post Malone Story Novels & Stories

She would really rather he be full. Memories of the kitchen at Malcolm's house came flooding back. Erling trying to keep her out of the refrigerator. Erling and Tommy warming up their "protein drinks' ' in the microwave. The harem girls drink red stuff from their wine glasses. Good God, it had been in front of her the whole time. The wolf's fang. The coffins in the basement. Malcolm is sleeping like the dead in her bedroom. He really had been dead. Was still dead, even though he walked and talked. And kissed like a… a devil.

There were different theories out there about our marriage, our relationship and whether Jake was a one time man pump. I slowly put my phone back on silent and lay back, relieved as I slowly got carried into slumber land.