Second Lead Novels & Stories

************** 2 Days later ************** I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do once I met with Elena's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Badmus. However, I nudged myself to go ahead after all Elena would be there with me, we would be making our relationship official and also inform them of our pregnancy. I hoped they would be kind and sweet to me as my parents were to Elena.

I nod in agreement and drop my bag elsewhere. _____ Tony Wood's Point Of View “So what's the next step now? Do we stay here and watch him escape, or do we attack him immediately?” I sought Patrick's opinion. I don't understand why I bear this jealousy inside of me after seeing Angela's mystery man. I am meant to forget about Angela for good. But now, it feels like I want her back in my life for good. I'm tempted to fight for Angela's love just to prove that I'm a thousand times better than her lover.

"A man who can negotiate with a grandmother like that can certainly handle a merger. The board will postpone the vote on your leadership, Sion. For now." As the room cleared, Lilia slumped into her chair, her heart finally slowing down. "You just committed to Sunday dinner. You do realize my grandmother’s 'wine' is actually homemade moonshine kept in a plastic jug, right?" Sion didn't look annoyed. He looked... exhilarated. He loosened his tie, the first sign of disarray since the mustard incident. "I’ve survived hostile takeovers in three different time zones, Lilia. I think I can survive a Sunday dinner in Queens."

Which leads me to the position that I am in right now. ‘Nori,’ Drake shouted in the mind link, ‘We are stuck here at the east, they came in prepared and strong. Almost all of our rookie warriors are held captive.’ ‘Damn it!’ I hear Leon say, ‘I have let go of the west and trying to protect the North. I am tied up here and still, I don’t have an idea who the Alpha is. But someone strong is leading them, it’s a big dark brown wolf.’ ‘Mine is dark gray mixed with black,’ Drake said, ‘But this man gives me the feeling that he is the second in command.’

“Let’s talk.” Another beat. Then the leader raised his arm. “Kill him.” I shifted my weight. Grinned wider. “Who dies first?”

“Since you are a team, you will need a leader. He looks the most intelligent, so I think he should be the leader. So, your name is… Lead.” I don’t know why his body started glowing faintly after I named him. He bowed before me. All their wings were bright red. After the glow on his body subsided, a golden sun tattoo with a crown appeared on his wings. Zeve looked at me as I kept looking at Lead, who looked at his stretched out wings with glittering eyes. “Umm… you… you are always with a scowl, so I am assuming you would have a temper, so your name is… Rage.”

He jerks my hand, making me fall into him. "If that's what it takes to get your cute little ass up that slide, then yes, I'm Superman," he breathes heavily against my mouth. I open my mouth to rebuttal but lose my breath from his nearness and push against his chest to catch my breath. Interlocking his hand with mine, he smiles knowing he won and steps away. He leads us toward the old slide, with me reluctantly in tow. I take a shaky step onto the first step, the rickety attraction creaking beneath my weight. One hand is gripping Max's tightly, the other white knuckling the railing.

Harold Lead stepped out of the first car in a dark coat, no tie, the same compact authority she had felt across his dinner table. Two men she recognized as his personal aides flanked him at a discreet distance. Adrian stepped out of the second car. He looked at the site first. Then at her. One brief, assessing sweep told her he had noted every change since the last time he stood on this corridor, and had already begun the process of updating his evaluation. She walked to meet them at the entrance. "Mr. Lead." She addressed the chairman first, directly, no performance. "Welcome." Harold looked past her at the structure.

"It says here, 'All high leadership approves these actions.' Would I be considered part of this 'high leadership'?" I couldn't help but laugh, the sound laced with a mix of endearment and awe. "Luna," I emphasized, "you're second in command. In essence, you're the most important voice after the Alpha." Her eyes met mine, narrowed with disbelief. "But you're the Beta. Does that not literally mean number two?"

Nikita Ragland is a young actress who has only recently made her debut. After starring in a few romance short series, she starts to believe she's a real-life princess. After another argument with her boyfriend, Dwayne Ferguson, Nikita doesn't hesitate to abandon a production crew of more than 500 people and catch a flight in the middle of the night just to appease her beloved boyfriend. When filming starts the next day, Nikita is nowhere to be found, and her hotel room is empty. Dozens of messages are sent to her, but none receive a response. It isn't until that evening that she finally calls on video, completely unbothered. "Mr. Casson, I went to pacify my boyfriend. Let's put filming