Rp World Novels & Stories

Shane grinned examining the grape on the top of my head as if he just completed a work of art, dusting his hands in the process. “Get out of my way,” Asia yelled, pushing her way through the crowd with Lana following closely. After assessing the damage done when they got to me, Lana brought out a face towel and began wiping the stains off my shirt “Awww, if it isn’t the damsel in distress and her shining amours to the rescue,” Candi cooed. “That’s enough Candi,” Noah scolded, earning a scowl from her

He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady. I notice one lone girl looking at all of the food spread out over the counters. Which I find strange. Most models ignore the food. I also notice that she is short for a model. What makes me take notice is that she doesn’t look fake like all the other models. Her long natural caramel-colored hair has what looks like natural blonde highlights in it. She also has streaks of bright cherry red weaved throughout it. She looks up at me and I am now looking into the biggest and brightest eyes I have ever seen. If I had to name the color I would call it teal. I can’t really tell what her body looks like. They have her wrapped

She found the folder near the bottom, unlabeled except for a date, and she sat down on the floor of the storage room and read the whole thing twice before she let herself feel anything about it. The contract was exactly as bad as she remembered, in the ways she remembered, and worse in ways she hadn't fully understood at twenty six, when the whole thing had happened and she'd been too consumed with watching her father unravel to read the fine print herself. The clause on page forty was every bit as buried as family legend had made it, a restructuring provision that transferred design credit and controlling decision rights to Cross Holdings under a set of conditions that, on paper, looked lik

Bradley said thoughtfully. "Because he's the future Alpha who has, not only the blood of two Alphas, but also the blood of the Royals. He's going to be strong and he knows it," I replied proudly. "He's an Alpha who will kick the ass of anyone who dares mess with those he loves," Blake added with a faint smile as his eyes moved down to our still screaming daughter and I could see the pain that she didn't know who either of us were because of something that sick bastard had done to her.

“Now that’s poetry.” Eden snickers beside me, leaning against the locker. “You know he’s gonna lose it when he sees this. Can’t wait to see him try to spin it in the next press conference.” I hand the phone back, shaking my head. “Let him spin it. All the PR in the world can’t change the fact that he’s a fraud.” “Think he’ll come at you for a rematch?” “He always does,” I say with a shrug. “And he always loses. It’s like clockwork.”

VOLUME ONE: RUSH Rush: A form of gameplay that relies on speed and surprise warfare to win. It would be impossible for today to get any shittier. I woke up late and had to skip a shower — something not recommended for my dark brown, naturally wavy hair. Day two at my new job included a jammed copy machine, spilled coffee, and a forgotten lunch. I am not a happy person when I haven't eaten all day. As the new girl, I don't even have a friend to bum cash for the vending machine.

Kai wasn’t playing his own game the way he usually did; he was playing mine — staying in my orbit, reading the Rivens’ movements relative to my position, making himself a variable they had to account for before they could get to me. Then the puck found me. Three minutes left. Their side of the ice. The angle was there — I could see it, the way you see things when everything in your body has been pointing toward a single moment for a long time. The Riven defender. The one who had made the match personal. Broad, tall, fast — I had been watching him all game, reading the weight of his movement, the way he committed a half-second before most players. He was between me and the net.

To him, they weren't family; they were competitors that were no longer a problem. The lack of emotion that purebloods seemed to operate with concerned me. Adam was the only one whom I found to be even somewhat emotional-even then it was fervent and sensual, not sadness, sorrow, or even joy. Both Jace and Diedrick were both robots that were ruthless, even towards family, in achieving power and status. Because Diedrick had decided to stay-whether it was out of pity or duty, I wasn't sure-Adam and I had the plane to ourselves.

She has gone completely crazy because of what she is saying now. "Rad!! What did you eat, huh?! I wish I had a good night's sleep, and then you just called for that?!" "I just want to remind you of something. It is forbidden to back out because since you took and opened the small paper I gave you, the role-playing has also started. Besides, it is easy for you to do that, right?"

It is like I've seen him but I couldn't place his face. Julian sucked in a breath. “That’s him.” “Him?” I muttered. “Who is he?” “The second prince.” The second prince? No wonder I didn't recognize him. The English have the habit of showcasing only the crown prince. “His name is Rowan,” Noah said beside me. “He is a different topic entirely.” I didn’t hear the rest because this boy's gaze lifted and found mine. The moment our eyes met was brief but it felt like it stretched. There was no smile on his face. No challenge or impression. Just a steady, unreadable look that struck like a question I hadn’t realised I was waiting to be asked.