Slash Young Novels & Stories

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

she added quickly. "Duh," Sasha said and laughed. "Just some people own it more than others. You're beautiful without even trying." "So are you!" Brooklyn protested. "Do you think these eyebrows and highlight happen naturally?" Sasha wondered and pointed to her face. "No, but those eyebrows are fleeky as hell," Alice nodded. "I do try," Sasha grinned and due to her short hair she flicked her imaginary long her over her shoulder. Brooklyn chuckled and rolled her eyes. "So, back to clothes, what is everyone thinking of wearing?"

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.

Billy crowed, reveling in his apparent victory. "Let me do the honors, my lord," Shayla called out, her dagger flashing as she surged forward.