Sons Novels & Stories

EXTRA: Aiden: *friend-zoned* Remy: Try getting son-zoned (oT-T) Aiden: ... Remy: Yeah, I thought so too... ¬_¬

He brought out a black card and tossed it on the table. Scott Roger’s eyes blinked continuously on seeing the black card that was before him as he tried to get a grip of himself. "I can see that you only shuffle between four different shirts. The polka dot shirt that I hate, the black plain buttoned t-shirt, the green striped shirt, and the plain white t-shirt. That is my black card and the passcode to the card is 3446! Go to the boutique at LIOR house of luxury! Select fifty shirts, thirty pants, forty shoes, and other things that depict masculinity " Connor said while Scott nodded his head.

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He eyed me from head to toe, and displeasure crossed his face. I lowered my gaze down, feeling hurt. “Her cunt must be fascinating,” Connor jeered, and I winced at his rude comment. “Or a fascinating bust,” I heard Ryan. He appeared from behind. “36-inch,” he sneered and eyed my breasts. “I’d like to taste those beautiful tits of yours.” I cringed at his dirty words and immediately folded my arms over my chest, looking away. “She’s just his whore!” Connor remarked, and then he and Ryan burst into laughter.

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

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He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there. I noticed a tattoo of a heart on the left side of his chest. Instead of an arrow going through it, it was a rose. The heart was empty in the middle, except for the letter "A" at the top of the inside of the heart. An image of a man, who I could only pinpoint as Michelangelo in my head, came to mind and I could see him sculpturing this Adonis to pure, Italian perfection, and my, what a sight he was. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" I was brought out of my ogling.