Slash Young Novels & Stories

See you later- And with it, she left the place, leaving them again in that slight gloom. -Blaren- Alisha called him to catch her breath- Blaren- she did not receive an answer either of the two times. He only saw the shadows enter the wolf's eyes turning intensely golden and his breath coming out in a puff of smoke as he let out a moan, the moan of an excited wolf.

she shouted. With a last look at her he turned again to leave and was almost knocked back by Dara rushing in from the hall. "Oh! Sorry." She stopped short and her eyes widened as she realized who she had bumped into. "Ohmigod! Matt Vorchak! Hi! My goodness. Are you back in town for good?" She held out her hand. "Dara Flynn. Maybe you remember me form high school. Liz and I were friends. Are friends," she corrected herself. "Business partners."

and as he began his reapproach with an ever-deepening sneer, Blue flattened against the wall in preparation. "Step back, Leitner," Blue's eyes brightened instantly as she turned to watch a man appear from the street—dark sunglasses, an unmistakable wedding band and a sneer she couldn't best if she tried. Before she could land a triumphant slap across the woman beater's shit-eating grin, he began to laugh a deep and somewhat maniacal chorus that instantly sapped Blue of any victory.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

She was bold, She was enthusiastic, She was excited Dragging me into the room, where Roses were blushing Candles were dancing Clothes were grumbling With gloomy faces, They were lying on floor Tick! Tick! Tick Sweat was dripping, like water from tap Room was ignited It was getting hotter and hotter Love fragrance was spread Walls were blushing Hiding there faces, in the darkness

^Lyra^ The smell of cheap dish soap isn't just on my clothes. Including the number of shifts I've taken so far. Here I am reminded that no matter how many times I wash my hands clean, I am what the world sees. That girl behind a counter with a dirty apron and a fake smile. I leaned my head against the glass of the subway window, watching the Chicago skyline go by. I stared at my own reflection. There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me.

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' 'Girls can’t have wet dreams, you berk. 'Well you had something. What are wet dreams?' 'Give me my phone and I’ll tell you.' She was already flicking through my mails. 'I’m not falling for that one. I want to know who texts you at five in the morning.' She paused and then giggled. 'There’s a thing. It’s Charley lover-boy and he says, ‘assume S at 9. Leave L 8. be in bushes opposite drive for 7.30, with camera ready. I have to work and will miss the fun, so make some good pics. Love Charley.’'