Short Tempered Novels & Stories

For a moment, I felt myself relax too, oddly comforted by Evans’s presence and his quiet, confident manner. The door opened, and the senior vet—a man in his fifties with a calming presence—walked in. He gave Mr. Muffels a quick, reassuring stroke before examining him with an experienced hand. I stood back, watching in quiet amazement as Evans and the vet fell into an easy conversation about Mr. Muffels’s symptoms, possible causes, and care plans.

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END

Just resolve. When she stepped onto the floor, conversations dipped and resumed. Nothing looked different. That was the point. She went straight to her desk, placed her bag down, and opened her laptop. Ten minutes later, she sent the email. Short. Professional. Polite. A request for temporary reassignment. A reduction in direct advisory proximity. No blame. No emotion. No mention of Serena. Just boundaries. She stared at the sent message for a moment longer than necessary. Then she exhaled.

The wind carried her name to her like a prayer, or perhaps a confession. Before she could speak, a small blur of energy raced past her legs, breaking the spell. "Mama! Look! A big car! Is it the mail?" Four-year-old Leo skidded to a halt on the porch, clutching a wooden tractor. He was a miniature version of the man standing by the car—the same unruly black curls, the same stubborn, square jaw, and those piercing, stormy eyes that seemed to see right through a person's soul.

Goosebumps scatter over my skin. That lasted all of two minutes. Our bodies don’t just work together, they start fires. He leans down and kisses me as he rubs the semen into my skin. “I really really love date nights.” He whispers against my lips kissing me.

Serving him his glass, I looked over at him. He had shining deep blackish eyes that spoke depth and darkness lik an ocean at night. His beautifully scary eyes caught me off guard. He was wearing a white shirt with his first few buttons undone, it was almost see-through as I could clearly see his entire hard-muscled body tattooed. All inked up till his neck. He had well-set raven black hair with each and every strand positioned backward, leaving a couple of them on his temple. Hot. He sat there as if he owned everything. With that aura of his screaming ‘fricking danger’, it was crystal clear he wasn’t one of these lusty old heads. Despite that, he was attractively handsome and seducingly hott

He turned toward me, raising an eyebrow, and I pondered the invitation for a second. "Sure," I replied with a smile after a brief pause, and he nodded. "I'll be there," he informed them before rolling up the window and speeding away as the light turned green. He drove me home so I could change, and I opted for black shorts and a bikini top. However, being self-conscious, I threw on a t-shirt over it. I stepped back outside and hopped into the car.

"That's alright, thank you. Can you come in to my office for a moment?" He released the button and waited. A few moments later the office door opened and the temp stepped inside. Closing the door behind her she started toward James' desk. She was much younger than Mrs. Babbitt, looking to be maybe in her mid to late twenties. She had long, dark brown hair that flowed down over her shoulders and walked with a confidence that James found immediately attractive. She wasn't tall by any means but she didn't need to be. She wore a grey, sleeveless dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways while still looking professional. She smiled as she reached the desk. James suddenly felt awkward, no

Indianna shrugged. She looked down and realized she'd unconsciously laced her fingers with Greyson's. Frowning, she tried to pull away. Greyson held on. "You always have cold hands," he commented. "Am I supposed to thank you for pointing that out?" "It was just an observation," Greyson chuckled. "You're always hot." "Thanks," he smirked. Indianna rolled her eyes. "Not what I meant." "I know." He laughed. "I'm a werewolf. My core body temperature is considerably higher than a human's. I don't get cold easily."

The thief must have purposely worn that jogging attire to avoid suspicion from the people around that he is just a thief looking for his prey! "Stoooppp!!!" Jasmine shouted again as she continued to chase the man. She is already panting and the man is a fast runner and she's about to lose him but she can't let that happen! Jasmine took her walkie-talkie radio to call for help from her colleague who is assigned in the other street where the thief is heading. "A man suspected to be a thief is going to your location, he is wearing a plain white shirt, black shorts, about 179cm tall, and a medium body built, over," she describes the thief.