Slush Buddies Novels & Stories

We said in unison, "Grant Group is going bankrupt!" I couldn't wait to see how the Grant family planned to stir up any more trouble once their core tech lifeline and funding pipeline were both severed.

Tess advises. “As you flirt with other men,” Bailey adds. When we arrive at the bar, there's a long line to get in, which is unusual for how early in the night it is. Most people start their nights at the clubs and end it at Shenanigans when their money starts to run low. “Why's it so busy?” Tess asks as we join the end of the queue. “Tonights the launch of their slushie cocktails,” Bailey informs us, pulling up the email she was sent.

' This was Brother Bow's thought while feeling bitter on the inside. "Why don't we speed up our approach? Considering that the party ahead of us is so good at clearing the path, we won't have to worry about running into monsters and if we just so happen to meet them while they are fighting a boss, we can just "offer" to help them out. Even if they say no we can just wait until the boss is nearly dead before we "help out," you know," said Brother Slash with a nefarious smile on his face.

"Sullivan's are known for being millionaires of the country. They own several resorts and companies. Adam Sullivan IV is... the heir of Antonio Sullivan III which is his Dad who owns four islands and the... Oh, SVN Corporation." My eyes widened. If only I was drinking, I would've poured my drink already. "The SVN?" I asked and looked at my phone to see her. Sarah seems shock too. She was looking intently at her phone also to see if she was reading everything correctly. "Sullivan's are very known according to this one. Are you sure we are talking about the same Sullivan?" "Beck will sure as heck won't give you any other Adam, Sarah." "If that's the case, yup, we are talking about the same Sul

Ash: Yeah, do that Ash: Remember all I said Ash: AJ, after the group chat talk, I’ll text you to voice some doubts regarding SL's and members of the clan's loyalty Livia: God, you've been feeding my sapiosexuality so well, Mob Boss Ash Livia: You're so smart and attractive right now, and I'm just a poor girl. You must stop before I start pooling Mia: Olivia focus -_- Livia: I'm just saying Ash: You're feeding mine too Ash: Group chat

Logan says, laughing so hard he nearly spills his beer. “I don’t even know what I’m doing,” Jaxon groans, tossing his cards down. “Stop bullying the injured.” “Never,” Quinn smirks, raking in the tiny pile of chips like he just won a world title. It’s chaotic, it’s messy, and it’s good. For a while, it’s just us, a small group and some light-hearted shit talking. But then Quinn, the idiot, gets a stupid idea. “I’m bored,” he announces after he loses a round and finishes his beer. “We need more people. More competition.”

the wolf told him sincerely. The truck stopped suddenly exalting him. A bustle was heard around him. The blowing breeze was much stronger than before and Blaren approached the crack only to find that they were driving down a slope. He stepped back. A noise at the door made them alert. The wolf came to Alisha's side. -Get ready sister-in-law. We will have to fight-

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

It was raining. The stream from heaven flowed down along the side of the mountain, dragging along branches, leaves of fallen trees, and whatever it found on its way. One isolated driftwood bobbed and rocked, slowly. It picked up speed, winding its way until it landed on a whirlpool at the mouth. In its moody disposition, the surging stream rambled to eventually become a torrent of angry waters, never letting up. The subdued opposition whispered and started mobilizing. There were condemnations of the blatant transgression of a person´s right to life. Scattered groups all over the country could not keep quiet. Little by little they raised their voices. One of these informal conglomerations was

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.