Rocky High And Low Novels & Stories

I kept my voice low, but my heart was pounding. Sarah’s grin spread. "That’s my girl. Sabotage his big meeting, leak some secret files, make him sweat." Secret files? Wait, didn’t Ethan have some weird document for Jace that looked important? Damn, what if… Before I could think it through, Miles voice snapped me back to reality. "Alright sons and daughters of mother parker, let the game begin." He pulled open a champagne, as his friends cheered. "We should play thirty minutes in the closet." A pink haired girl seated on Jace lap yelled. Why was she even on his laps, her arms trailing down his chest, I never got to do that. Wait... seriously?

Rocky licks the salty tears from Zara’s face, then pushes her chin up with his nose. “What are you doing, Rocky?” She tries to push his nose away, but he keeps pressing g her chin up until she keeps her head up to the sky. He lifts his head and lets out a beautiful howl. Zara closes her eyes and joins him in gesture to honor Lavender.

I took interest in the conversation rather than his hands. "Well, um, it's going well." Prince Kingston said, as usual, he had a deep and grave voice that is unreal but not as Rhyker who is younger than them and wilder. He's the silent Prince between those two, Zane is more the playful and flirty man while Rhyker is stuck with a cold attitude and bold language.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~KEITHSON POV~ We started playing and throughout the game, I can see the whole new Beau and Pawell. Beau was energetic and excited, while Pawell was so competitive even when we are playing against his cousins. Well his cousins was good and they are tall like him, and I can see the resemblance of him to them. I can't believe that they were younger than us, we finished the game after three-set of games and we won by merely three points difference. We all just seated at the ground of the court catching our breath and casually talking

Joy creased her brows, trying to get what Zack said was saying. "No, don't. They will learn to change one way or the other. I don't think playing them is the best. It looks ridiculous to me," Joy stated as Zack smiled, taking a large drink of the coffee. "Who said I wanted to play them? At least, someone can do it for me. And they have disturbed you enough. I think their high profile needs to be lowered a bit. After all, the Bible even states that the humble will be exalted, but the haughty ones will be lowered," Zack simply put, as Joy looked shocked.

Ruby said as she patted the big rock that became her chair. “Why did you invite me here?” asked Alex after he sat down beside Ruby “Look over there!” replied Ruby while pointing forward. Alex also followed Ruby's words. Alex's eyes opened wide. He was amazed at the view of the city he could see from there. His eyes sparkled, staring at the roofs of the houses that looked small from above. Sitting on a large rock nearly a hillside and feeling the breeze blowing over him made Alex somehow feel calmer. Maybe because the scenery is stunning or maybe because he was on the hillside. Alex smiled and all the restlessness that had filled his heart. Now all of that is gone.

She seemed completely oblivious to Jules' inability to cope, still living extravagantly and causing trouble everywhere. Several families were constantly fighting each other. Amidst this chaos, a new mafia organization named Y rose suddenly on the sea. They seized territory, intercepted weapons, engaged in black-market violence, and acted ruthlessly, leaving no one alive. No one knew who the leader of Y was, only that they had a member called The Hand of Death. There was an important underground auction happening in Yorke. This auction would determine the ownership of the east district dock for the next five years. It was the lifeblood of the Gray family and a territory Jules had to conquer.

Victor was now inspired and decided to play a little game. “Really? Do you have any bubbles in there?” “‘I do.’” “Hmm… I hear music. What are you listening to?” “‘It’s a romantic playlist. I needed something to help me unwind.’” “How high is the water?” Navy moaned a little. “‘High enough so that it covers the tops of my nipples.’” He groaned, imagining her rosy nipples. “Why don’t you give them a little pinch for me? Just a little one…” Victor said, licking his lips.

The wind finally stopped its ruthless attack and slowly bringing the limp system to its caster. Danial smirked. He felt utterly satisfied as he looked at the pitiful appearance of the system. (Having fun?) He teased the half-dead system. {I hate you!} Mochi roared in anger. It's struggled to get up with a barely rekindled vigor, glaring at Danial with glowing eyes. { You wait for your retribution later! When the full moon is coming, I will ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!} Danial swatted his hand as if swatting a fly. As a result, the barely standing system flown again, this time reaching beyond the horizon. Its silhouette disappeared into the night sky as if being swallowed by a black hole. Its voice was

Divided in half. She heard music start - the volume turned right up. Rock music, the bass of it shaking the glass in the windows, and distance distorting it into a crash of sound and drumbeats. Not a band she recognised, but then, she had never understood rock music. Oh, some of it was alright, but most of it was just… noisy. Owen had always liked it though. Whenever she borrowed his car, there was something in the cd player, and she knew he listened to it in his ear-pods when they ran together, same as she listened to opera.