Ramblin Wreck Novels & Stories

The motorcade braked suddenly, and a commotion sounded ahead. I patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't be afraid. I'll handle it." "No, I'm coming with you," Grace said. As soon as she finished speaking, she gathered up her wedding dress and ran ahead without hesitation. Her speed was as swift as the wind. "I'll never allow anyone to ruin the wedding that I had meticulously planned!" The sound of a body slamming into a car door came from ahead, and my heart sank instantly. I couldn't let Grace get hurt again!

I could not help but laugh. My father had developed carbon fiber fishing rods back in the day, which were even requisitioned by the government. This could support him for a lifetime! As for the Walters? My father was not idle about them either. Allen had hired Internet trolls to spread rumors online, saying I had some hidden relationship with the novel's author. Some even claimed that I used my power and money to blackmail the author. I laughed at these rumors; these people should be writing novels instead.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?!” Their voices all come at once, too fast for my overloaded brain. I throw up my hands. “Guys! Guys! I’m good. Seriously. I know rejections suck for wolves, but I’m not a wolf. I’m fine.” And then I drop the bomb. “Anyway, I know where the remaining Riding Hoods are. They’re on the Greek island of Ios.” The room goes dead silent. Then, absolute chaos. Until Devin lets out a shrill whistle that cuts through the noise like a blade.

It's a good thing that it didn't rumble like a thunder and other people's voices around us covered its sound. "Oh, then let's go over there." Jake smile and gestured the three girls to go over the place I pointed out. Right, Jake is the best. Jen and Meryl and Ari are the best. Adrian is a little bit the best. And the other one, Maxwell? I don't really like that kid. Tsk. *** "You really suck at this, aren't you?" I sneered at Maxwell who on the other was struggling to play with the claw machine we saw in front of a convenience store, along the way to the bus stop.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Help! In a flash, Warren was up and he didn't even bother to clean himself up. He jumped into his car and headed towards Carnarvon at full throttle. As he was speeding through the streets of Richmond, Warren had only one thought in mind. Was she safe or was her life in danger? Warren knew that he couldn't waste a moment, so he put his foot down and put the engine of his Mercedes C-200 to work.

Her breath caught in her throat. “This is all your fault,” he continued, his voice broken and loud. “Because of you, I ruined something so perfect. I ruined my marriage. I ruined what could have been a family with Nora. And now she hates me. She hates me and she doesn’t even want me near the babies.” The car swerved slightly, tires screeching as they narrowly avoided a truck pulling into their lane. Kimberly screamed. “Jeremiah!” He slammed the brakes, tires screeching again as the car fishtailed and came to a jarring stop by the side of the road. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air.

I was a painful memory that cropped up every Christmas, and a tragedy that haunted that rest stop along the highway. The snow melted, and spring arrived. Everything came back to life again. The grass grew, and the birds sang. Come winter, snow would fall over that rest stop once more. Only this time, there wasn't going to be an Omega standing there, waiting for her family that would never come.

I said while looking at the woman now bathing in frappe. I flipped my hair and walked away from them. Bad vibes!

Adam says, "I know. I'm sorry." "Y-You can't just do that." "It's gone. It ran far north. Rogues don't come around here. There hasn't been one near Waindale in years. Most know that there's a pack based here, so they stay away. But this one was right outside the house, too close to be oblivious."