Scotty Vs Natalie Novels & Stories

she folded her hands and stared at me. ‘Soon?” I muttered. “How soon? When everybody is gone and there’s absolutely nobody to show it off to? Girl, stop playing,” I didn’t even see her coming, she was so fast. She yanked the scarf, threw it in the air and Nate caught it. “Leo!” I cried, turning around so as not to face them, but it was of no use. “Now that's what I call Ass,” Nate said, his eyes almost bulging out of its socket.

she smiled at me " Welcome i loved spending time with you and hope we could do this again as friends..?" i asked " Yeah as friends..Bye good..: night she said. "Good night.." i said driving away best day ever!! SCARLET its been a month now and zane and i have been secretly hunging out. We as in me val skylar and jenna now sit with the badboys Val recently became one of them and now he has literally become a follower of zane.

I mean, he helped me a lot during that time when Tyler bullied me and now he’s letting himself serve us out of nowhere. “Yeah. Two salads, coming right up!” “Thanks!” He waved at us before going away. Nathan looked at me in confusion, before saying another word. I saw Becca rolled her eyes, maybe disappointed at the fact that she didn’t get the chance to be alone with my bestfriend. “Uhm... What was that?” “It’s a who, not what, Nathan,” I stated. “Whatever. So who is that guy?” “It’s Scott... He helped Natalia when–”

“It means that the tens of millions that are already invested will go to waste. It means Moore Corp will lose all credibility.” “Money can be earned again, but I can’t just watch Xeno die!” Natalie shouted. “That’s enough!” My vision went dark. The pain in my stomach was so sharp that I could barely stay on my feet. Natalie’s phone rang a few times. It was the hospital. She answered, and her expression immediately changed. Then a bright smile spread across her face. She hung up, ran over, and grabbed my arm. “Zayden, the hospital just called. My checkup is in! I’m pregnant! I’m already six weeks along!”

Even through blood loss and adrenaline, I recognize my father's scent and his distinctive fighting style as he tears apart smaller wolves surrounding us. Through the chaos, I spot Tommy's chocolate-brown wolf moving through the bodies and bringing down as many men from Montana as he can. Yet in the chaos. I can’t see Natalie and Harry. I can’t trace them. My wolf is the first to sniff my Mate’s scent in the air, but the relief that floods through me dies the moment I see her. Natalie sits on my front porch surrounded by pack security, crimson blood streaming from a gash near her hairline down her too-pale face. Her clothes are torn, her hands shaking, her eyes holding the kind of trauma I’d