Puck From Sisters Grimm Novels & Stories

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”

“Well, someone's all flared up. I can almost see how the hair on your neck stands out. Makes me start to think your wolf really is weaker. You're definitely not a beta.” “That is none of your business.” “The required rank to join hockey teams in this pack stops at Beta. You're not one. That's really shady. Really really shady.” And then, I heard the sound of the blade scratching the ice and the puck running out of my hold. I let out a grunt before turning around. My eyes stayed pinned on his backview. That bastard. I started skating hurriedly. I had to get back the puck and win. A lot was at risk.

Fuck. “You’ll regret that pumpkin,” I warn as she finishes getting dressed, snarling at me. When she runs for the door to leave, I trip her, snatching her up and tossing her over my shoulder. She kicks and hits me the entire time as my arm locks her in place. The dull pain of her hits does nothing to me; my body relishes anything I can get from her. I grab her bag and walk through the hospital as the doctors and nurses scatter away from us. My sister and her mates are still there whispering to each other but stop when they hear us. The second my pumpkin sees Aurora and her mates, she freezes before caterwauling once more. “Aurora!” my sister takes a step towards her. I can see she is going t

I could already picture my father's face when he found out—tight-lipped, disappointed, the same look he gave every time I missed a shot or slipped curfew for a night game. With Mark Jamieson, hockey doesn't just sound like a game. It sounded like an achievement to him and something I must always win, especially now that Hayden was a hotshot… The same goes for the scholarship. When I finally turned toward the door, I caught her reflection in the glass panel—Imani Grayson. Tyrique's kid sister, I reminded myself as my eyes trailed up and down her petite figure. She was halfway to the hallway already, standing stiff as if every cell in her body wanted to bolt. The last time I had seen her up cl

Griff snarled. Fury pumped through my veins turning the edges of my vision red. I knew exactly where to shove that dagger—right in Rumpel Kracknuts’ black heart. As the faerie shot excuse after excuse at the dead woman and blamed her for her injury, I crept around the ritual circle and took hold of the dagger.

She zeroed in on Ryder immediately, draping herself over the back of the couch, arms looping around his shoulders. “Baby, I brought those protein smoothies you like.” Her eyes slid to me, a saccharine smile sharpening on her lips. “Oh. The scholarship kid is here again. Cute that you think you belong in a space like this, Zachy. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re playing pretend in Ryder’s world.” My jaw tightened. “We’re working. Which is why I’m going to choose to ignore you.”

As for jungkook he let out Antonio and let them reach their range causing a silver shield similar to Goku's to appear around him. "Looks sisters!! what do we have here" one of the witch spoke "Oh so much garbage let's clean it shall we" The other witch spoke. "the only garbage here are the hitches flying in the air" Petris replied gaining the witches attention. "Well! well! Look what do we have here. the pathetic Princess of werewolves. Sisters inform this to Prince i bet he will....." Before the bitch yes bitch could complete her sentence a strike of whip fell on her face as she lost her balance for a while.

My sweet has already been desperate for me to wear a tux out on the town with her. “Well you have the waltz down beautifully, just stick with that,” Gretchen says, putting her hands on her hips. She’s wearing a hideous teal and yellow wind suit that makes her look more than her age. She and her mate are fox shifters and for whatever reason don’t see or associate with any of their eight children, which I find bizarre. “It just seems so formal though, the pack is not at all like that you know? We should have practiced dancing like normal people do you know… in this decade,” Aurora frets.

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

"The late Vivianne Lexcan's younger sister, Rieta Lexcan. She was stabbed while shielding the Grand Duchess." The fingers tapping the map went still. Then, slowly, they gave way to a cold, mocking laugh. "What a fool. Her sister died after that Sirius woman came to the North, and yet the little sister goes crawling to serve them instead." "I await your orders, Your Majesty." "Hm... let them laugh a little while longer. A bird's song should be enjoyed before it's cooked, shouldn't it?" *** Three days later. Valthorne Castle, once so quiet, now buzzed with activity. People lined up in neat rows, waiting to be let in.