Rene Webb Novels & Stories

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Rena muttered to Ronan. "Why? They are mates…” Ronan protested. "Believe me..Riri is the most stubborn woman in this world, plus she is a werewolf..makes her stubborn many times more." Rena's words made Ronan shake his head, this time there are only four of them in the area, Riri and Argo had disappeared somewhere.

“I own an interior design company, and we regularly source art for upscale complexes. Having Madison as a gallery lead would make supply seamless.” Eleanor slammed her fork down, finally breaking her silence. “Don’t flatter yourself just because you know how to smear paint on a canvas,” she spat. I turned to her calmly and took out my phone. “Actually, I’m not just a painter.” I handed the phone across the table. Confused, Eleanor took it. Her expression slowly shifted from scorn to disbelief. On the screen was an international article titled: “The Mystery Muse Behind the Viral Art Craze: Anonymous Female Artist Shakes Up the Scene.”

After Ryan left, Stella curiously asked, "Renea, why is Mr. Wright so respectful to you? Why did he call you Nameless?” "A year ago, I joined a campaign meeting online and was accidentally chosen as the president." Renea said succinctly.

Rhea Madam Rhea gazed silently at the screen of her phone. On it, was a text message sent by an unknown messenger wishing for them to meet. Albeit curious as to how this person was able to have her private number, she was more curious when the content of the message stated that the mysterious messenger is able to provide evidence to Elaine’s domestic abuse case.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Her voice was rather soft and filled with pure honesty. "Oh?" A voice escaped from Tiana's mouth as she noticed the similarities in both Eve and Amon, the blue hair was the dead giveaway. "She's so cute and polite." Atarah said to her. "Thank you." she replied softly. Atarah gave her friend a side look, Tiana was worried about nothing, Amon wasn't that type of guy. At least he didn't give off that aura about him. "Um......We should probably get seated, the trials are about to start." Amon said while turning around.