Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted. “I want to be up next, she is sexy,” Another guy added and they erupted in laughter. I moved closer until I could see them gathered near the field. Daemon stood in the center, tossing a puck between his hands. He looked so normal, so relaxed, like he hadn’t just shattered everything, like he hadn't ripped my heart out of my chest I gulped hard and stepped forward. “Daemon?” Their laughter seized immediately they heard my voice. “Ava, what are you doing here?”

“I’m in. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Marcus started strong. “Never have I ever scored on my own goalie during practice.” A couple of rookies drank and laughter followed. Big Mike went next looking directly at Marcus as she spoke. “Never have I ever hooked up with a puck bunny in the arena parking lot.” Half the table drank, including Marcus, who took his shot with pride. It was Raphael's turn next. He leaned back, thinking for a second before smirking. “Never have I ever turned down a threesome.”

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

The paps were there obviously, it was my perfect time to flirt. I will become super famous because of Milo Beckett! I grinned at that thought. He pulls himself away from me and pulled the chair for me. Such a gentleman. I inhaled and exhaled trying to keep my shit all together. Damn, he's so fuckable. "Wanna order something?" he asked. I'm starstruck. Speak Avery. "I... Uhhh... I'm full." I stuttered, mesmerized by Milo's green eyes. All those fanfictions I read that I didn't finish were all true. I mean, you can really feel so magically magnetized by Milo's alluring eyes and smile plus he's such a gentleman.

she trails off Alexander holds a hand up to her silencing her, he stands up and shakes his head “So you are telling me the girl I am in love with is going……..” He stops talking and I see the furious look on Kayla’s face “You WHAT!!!! she screamed at him I had to agree with her she was mated to him and he had just admitted he was in love with my mate. Kayla throws the book at him and storms out the room and Alexander chases after. There was so much I wanted to say to him but he had enough problems on his plate. Picking up the book and flicking through, there are pages on vampires, werewolves, witches even hunters and there was a whole section on Alpha-Lunas separate from the werewolf section.

THE NEXT PART OF THIS BOOK IS GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING. It includes: -r*pe -s*icidal thoughts -self h*rm -s*icide attempts -sexual ab*se Please don't read on if any of these bother you, it will get intense and upsetting. I'm warning you now so anyone who may be triggered by these themes doesn't walk into it without knowing beforehand. Marcus pov Friday 1st November 2019 *********************************

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

“I shouldn’t feel this much, but I like you. A lot more than I should, probably.” God, I wanted to bury myself. Why did I do something so stupid out of anger! “Imani!” someone called. I turned the corner too quickly, straight into a firm chest. My books flew from my hand. “Watch it.” I looked up, and there he was, the devil. Nicolas Jamieson. A smirk tugging at his lips as he stood tall. He looked like sin and sleepless nights, rumpled hoodie, baseball cap, a smell of whiskey still on him.

He raises a brow suspiciously at me, and I can’t help the betraying smile that splits my lips. “What were you thinking about just now, you little squirt?” Sal shifts slightly on the bed, and both our heads snap toward him. But he’s still asleep. How much longer will he sleep? **** Hi, loves. Just putting this out here. Been brewing a new book under wraps. It's an MxM book as well, but not under the mafia world… I intend it to be softer and a bit more colourful than the mafia’s boy toy. With characters I’m sure you'll love as well. Upon the completion of this book, I’ll put out its first few chapters. Hopefully you’d like it.

Every few minutes she mutters something under her breath, frowns, and shuffles on to the next page. Meanwhile, Parker and Trixie are doing their best to make the ancient magical archive look like a rehearsal for a low-budget sitcom. “Do you have to touch everything?” Trixie snaps, smacking Parker’s hand as he reaches toward a book with a faint purple glow. “I’m just trying to help,” he says, jerking back. “Not all of us can use our nose to sniff out cursed objects, you know.” “I told you—that one bites,” she hisses, pointing at the book like it’s a rabid animal.