Preppy Barney Novels & Stories

But I can't lie, he's a really good actor that's why it seems as though the knife stabbed in the gut is being twisted. So today—today’s the end of that. The clock said it was a few minutes two six in the evening, so I was able to blend in with the group my target was in. I moved like a shadow. I leaned against the doorway of the locker room—where my instincts told me Preppy would be. The room stinks of sweat and damp socks, it will take a while for my nose to adjust to it. I heard the showers hissed faintly in the back, steam curling toward the ceiling. And from a good distance, I saw Preppy. The kid was still buzzing with that fucking win—his team had scraped a victory in the basketball tou

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.