Novelas y relatos de Puck Puckerman

Definitely a Puck because I wouldn’t put it past the man to get on his knees and beg. Chapter 1.22 Batting A Thousand, Kisses Nico

I throw the puck up. "Yes." And he catches it. "But you still gawked at him just a few minutes ago." "And I also couldn't stop thinking of the ghostface or how I enjoyed being fucked by him." "Jesus Christ, Ash. When did your straight ass become curved?" I chuckle at that, and he throws the puck. "My mom will kill me." "And burn you. Then ghostface. Then Remington." "I tried watching gay p**n but I didn't like it. My body didn't even give any reaction" I say like it should justify that I'm not gay. That there's a glitch in my system.

Tucker grit his teeth with a bit of a menacing presence wondering and decoding what, no, who it could be that tied Mike with the string and made him the perfect puppet. “Team captain of the swimming club of Knight, son of the influential politician which family runs into the political world, he is someone whose patience is small as he has a hot temper and easily be provoked. Just like the embodiment of his identity of the sin of wrath, devil Amon, Luke Peterson.” A whispering voice echo from somewhere. A murmur as it turns out from the distance to where their little haven is.

Unfortunately it had been three decades since anyone had called Pea anything but Pea, and even Call, who had been the man to accept him into the Rangers, couldn’t remember his real first name, though he knew his last name was Parker. Having no wish to embarrass the man, Augustus had written him in as “P. E. Parker, Wrangler.” He had wanted to list him as a blacksmith, since in truth Pea was a superior blacksmith and only an average wrangler, but Pea Eye thought he could sit a horse as well as anyone and didn’t wish to be associated publicly with a lower trade.

he said, trying to play it cool. “If you promise to put it back on,” Ruby said, wrinkling her nose as she threw his shirt back across the table. Parker slipped it back on, but now had no idea what to say, or do. He took a sip of his coffee, as if nothing unusual had happened, then turned to Ruby’s friend. “I know a lot of people in town, but I don’t remember you.” He paused, taking in her spiky black hair. She was attractive in a hipster kind of way. “I’m Parker Loveland.”

Luke POV I felt prepared and ready, like this was what I had been waiting for whole my life. We were standing in a line outside of the arena. We were 8 pledgers in total. Three pledgers from our pack; me, Kate, and the asshole Tomas. Tomas was the favorite among all the pledgers. He was built like a machine, like he was carved out stone. Muscle I didn’t even know excited were outline perfectly on him. He was the kind man with an eightpack instead of a sixpack. He didn’t look like an 18-year-old boy – he looked like a man or a Greek god.