Ruby X Weiss Novels & Stories

“You’re a fucking plant, too. I don’t see you storming Skull Temple, a quarter inch at a time.” “In the end, we will still be here when you have all passed. We will reclaim the land.” “You mean like a weed? Is that what you really are? You dress up in fancy leaves and flowers, but beneath it all, you’re just Wilbur the Weed, an aggressive little shit trying to climb over everybody?” “I am Xesar.” “I’m going to call you Wilbur from now on. I think it suits you better.” “I. Am. Xesar.” I seemed to have hit a nerve, or a root, or something.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

He said, his voice teasing but soft, understanding my pain, reading through it. I froze when his hand brushed mine, warm and certain, taking the bracelet gently. Xavier turned my wrist slightly, his thumb tracing the delicate skin there before he fastened the clasp with a soft click. “All done,” he said quietly, his breath brushing the side of my neck. “Thank you,” I murmured, not trusting my voice to hold steady. “You’re welcome.” He said as I extended my hand to the jewelry box, wanting to pull my earring.

Rhett said, shrugging his shoulders trying to make it seem like no big deal. “Yes, Xyler is white, white as snow.” Waverly answered, she paused looking at him. “Why does it matter what color his wolf is?” Waverly asked curiously. Xyler. Hendrix said happily in Rhett’s mind. “I just hadn't seen his wolf before. That’s all. '' Rhett said quickly, ignoring the weird look waverly was giving him. Liar. Hendrix hissed in his mind.

How dare she ask Wyndy to kiss that no-good Chris? "I can't believe Raven, she's just trying to cause a rift between me and Austin, she is such a bully, with her stupid rainbow colored hair," Wyndy mumbles as we sit on another pair of stools at the bar since our previous seats were already taken. "I think we have to agree that her rainbow colored hair is iconic," I say with a smirk and she eyes me wearily. "Although not as iconic as your ginger colored wild curls," I add and she chuckles.

Yorrick pinched the foot of the glass, took a sniff at the aroma of the wine, and smiled. “You’re quite a wary person, Ms. Mayweather.” “I’m in an enclosed room with another man, so how can I not be a little more cautious?” Xyla changed her sitting posture casually and placed her legs on the couch. “I still don’t know your name, Mr. Rich Boy. After all, I have to accompany you and act around you in the coming three months. I have to know at least what your last name is.”