Preston Playz Book Novels & Stories

Carson whispered and winked while relaxing back on his chair. No doubt he was a player, he also didn't believe in love like people usually say. And most girls fall at his feet because he was handsome, rich, and hot. And there was another player of the year, his best friend, who is also his partner in crime. “Hey, what do you intend to do today? There is this new girl I saw at the club. Damn! She is fucking hot.” Owen praised, while demonstrating her figure with his hand, and Carson chuckled.

their Feature Editor second. "Excuse me," Leah said; the room went quiet after hearing her "what was this quarter's theme anyway?" Leah isn't dull as most of Paul's staff, including himself, were led to believe. She knew Spice Publishing caters to most teenage to middle-aged men regarding sexual kinks and women. The contents in each issue are the sexual diaries of the staff and their readers, while the other half were naked photoshoots.

Her mouth curved slightly, then she turned away, lighting the butt of a cigarette with careless confidence before disappearing through a side door. Penny exhaled shakily. “I think I just lost five years of my life.” I didn’t respond. My thoughts were already racing ahead, mapping something I didn’t fully understand yet. Three queens. And somehow, without trying, I had already met two of them. As we headed for class, one thought settled heavily in my chest, quiet but insistent. Newton Prep wasn’t just a school. It was a game of chess. I was a pawn. And whether I liked it or not, I had already been placed on the board.

Patrick is Knight and Tommy's adopted kid who they named after Tommy's father, I’m so glad they were able to give him a home. Amanda has shown clear signs of fire magic which I’m so proud of, Mike hasn’t shown any signs yet, he may be too young or he may be a warlock, although seeing that fire Is the more dominant magic that would be unlikely. Patrick is human but he is well aware of what his fathers and family are and he loves it, he is also the same age as Amanda.

I needed a pet to keep my mind off it—a plaything that I could use. The polished floors, the chandeliers, the grand hotel lobby—none of it meant a damn thing to me. I strode past it all, gaze set on the back exit, my steps echoing in perfect rhythm. Precision and order, a calm I could wear like a second skin, were the only things I could count on. Tonight was no different.

He tips his chin up, gesturing for me to keep listening to Gram. I follow his direction, looking at her once again and waiting for her to keep telling the story. She stays quiet for a moment, a serene smile on her face before she speaks up again. “Preston is right. He used to say that—although I don’t know how much I believed him. Either way, I hit him upside the head with that book, and it didn’t deter him for a second. He asked me to dance again, and I told him there was no music.”

She figured the least she could do was feed him, talk with him and make sure he got home safe. Thankfully, they got to Callie’s favorite twenty-four-hour diner - The Filling Station. The place had a retro and vintage feel to it, with huge neon signs, a pool table, a jukebox, and alternating black and white tiles. Red leather seats were available for the customers, and luckily, they found an empty booth.

Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away. While the children ate, Jax busied himself with packing their lunches for the day. As always, he was the ever-helpful and attentive father. He filled their lunchboxes with sandwiches, fruits, and a little treat. Seeing him work, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming gratitude for the partnership we shared.

But of course, we ran into a few hiccups while video calling at home. For example, we nearly got discovered by his mom. "Are you done with your homework, or are you reading comics again?" I looked at him in the video and saw that he was staring off into space. Upon closer inspection, there was an open comic book lying on the table next to him. However, when I yelled at him, Austin immediately whipped his head around and buried his nose into the revision books again. A short while later, he peeked at me again and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes.

— The locker room smelled like sweat and victory. Ezra stood at the center, towel around his neck, grinning as his teammates shoved him. “Captain Roman!” Gabriel whooped. “That last play? Criminal.” Ezra laughed. “You missed three passes.” “Details.” A knock rapped on the door. The coach stepped in, flanked by a tall man in a dark coat. “Line up,” the coach said. “We have our new sponsor.” The room snapped to attention. Ezra wiped his hands on his shorts and stepped forward. “Thunder Titans, sir. I’m Ezra Roman, team captain.”