Shelved Novels & Stories

He shrugged, his confidence wickedly delicious. "I couldn't agree more. Finish unzipping this for me." She turned around and pressed her hands to the wall above her. Marc moved in and finished unzipping the dress. She stood back up and pulled if from her shoulders. It hit the ground, the soft inhale behind her gave her reason to smile.

I appointed myself and a few others to keep watch for the first couple hours so the rest of the girls could get some sleep. I could feel myself wanting to fall asleep from pure exhaustion so to prevent it, I headed into the edge of the forest and found a large broken branch on the forest floor. It was a good size, almost reaching my chin when I stood up straight and thick enough that my hand could just grasp the entire thing in my grip. I took it back with me and began to carve the edge of it with the knife Hope had given me. I wanted to turn it into a wooden spear to use for protection.

Joel pulled the design draft straight out of his bag and handed it to Vivian. A smug look flashed across her face as she glanced at me. I let out a soft laugh. So whether I agreed or not, the outcome was the same. When I returned home from the hospital, I looked around at the memories I once shared with them. And I made a decision. I would erase everything related to me. Not a single trace left behind. The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash.

"The light will be good in the morning for drawing." "Also done." "Mr. Roof needs a shelf." She looked at the wall above where she had designated her bed. "Not too high. He does not like being too high. It makes him anxious." "I will install a shelf at the correct height." Seren looked at him. "Do you know what the correct height is," she said. "I was going to ask you," he said. She considered him for a moment. Then she held Mr. Roof up at approximately the height she had in mind not too high, not too low, the specific elevation of a bear who wanted to be present without being precarious.

"Shut up, Rookie. I have to hit that aisle once a month, remember? Look just to the right of those items, and you'll see the tampons." My eyes widen. "There are a lot of boxes." "I know. You're looking for a pink box. It has a giant P on it…" "Got it!" I grab the box feeling victorious and read it off to her. "Playtex Sport, Regular size, plastic applicator… Babe… are you sure this is what you want?" "Nicely done," she praises. "That's exactly it. Toss that puppy in the cart." "Tiff, are these the inside ones or outside ones?"

she said making me remember I would leave candles where they were killed every year until I left. After finding the candles and ordering dinner for tonight I was exhausted. Laying on the couch dozing off right before the back door swing open, I jumped up getting in the defense stand, shiva was ready to kill whomever it was. Then I realized the door was unlocked and the harsh wind blew it open like so. " Someone is on edge " shiva pointed out to me "well you are too," I said when a loud knock came from the front door " Pizza delivery! " He yells. Closing the back door quickly to run to the front door yelling back " coming hold on " opening the door to step into the porch to hand the cash to h

The dilapidated cabin looked gloomy amongst the towering elms. He ascended the front steps toward the door, already had ideas of what he was going to do with the steps and the small veranda. He put the key in the keyhole and turned it. It still smelled like old tobacco and wet wood. He entered carefully, the floor creaked, the hinges squeaked. Everything was still at its place, nobody had been in there since old man Bob's funeral.

"I couldn't find the remote, but I found all this extra crap in your drawer" "We can use them, then", he says nonchalantly. I- What? My jaw literally drops open. "Relax, Vox, take a joke", he says, flipping through the channels. I push all the clutter back into the drawer. And I find something interesting. A diary. Cool Shawn writes in a diary. Interesting. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I sneak the diary into my bag. He doesn't even notice as he's still looking for some football game.

I explained. " Then why is she still here? She should be healed by now. It's getting late, " I didn't know the answer. Her weak frame made me pity her and so did the marks on her back, but I couldn't say that to my beta. I wanted to keep her here, but I didn't know why. Just the mere thought of letting her go made my muscles tense. " I want to keep her in the pack, " I demanded. " But she's a submissive. You hate submissives, "

Smiling at the memory, she took one of Ian’s t-shirt and wore it, then wrapped her hair up in messy bun before quietly walking out of the room. Kimberly walked into the kitchen and sat on an island stool, thinking of what to make for lunch. She knew she needed to think fast because Ian wasn’t an heavy sleeper, so he’d soon be up. After some minutes of thinking and going through a cookery book, she decided to make shrimp and vegetable skillet. Before she begins to make the meal, she needed to quench her thirst, so she helped herself to a glass of juice. As Kimberly cooked, she realized she couldn’t find the jar of spice. She searched for it in the kitchen units and drawers, but still couldn’t