Spud Novels & Stories

Iclench my fists tightly but relax them when I realize I don't care about them. - Ouch how disgusting a hybrid in the royal squadron, how disgusting please, well this disgusting hybrid saved your little sister while you were around, you're welcome doggy- I enter the room drawing everyone's attention. He looks at meenraged and tries to get closer but the Alpha won't let him, he snorts without giving me a dirty look. - Persephone, this is my son Mason; Mason, this is Persephone new member of the royal

Nyla I finally reached Subway and my legs were already aching from the walk. Two white vans were parked out front, with their back doors wide open. Workers were moving in and out, carrying large cartons. I quickly changed into my uniform in the small staff room and joined the others. The boxes were heavier than they looked. I lifted one, feeling the strain in my arms as I carried it toward the storage room. On the side of the carton, bold red letters caught my eye: HOT SAUCE.

he responds and I think I notice a frown as he speaks but he changes his expression before I could conclude anything. We go back and forth for the next fifteen minutes or so, asking a bunch of cursory questions. Ones having to do with favorite artists, plants, foods, and a list of other one-dimensional inquiries. He makes me try a new flavor of the candy he bought every new question and I tell him he'll have to buy more. He goes onto explain how the candy's name translates to stupid mistake and I keep a mental note of its meaning. There are only five more questions left to ask and so I switch the topic from favorite animals. His are

Which made the next snort, and the one after, easier and easier. With each greasy inhalation and absorption, he felt his core essence grow stronger. His senses sharpened. His hunger thundered. His pulse, the electrical charge that animated him, unlike a corpse, which was a puppet, ticked faster. All of his sensory perceptions sharpened, became honed to a point he could sift various odors. Gas, rubber, asphalt, grass, wolf, woolÉHe almost went to his knees as the dozens of scents and their meaning hit him all at once.

He understood that it was easier to fall from a ladder than to get back up and he didn't want it to happen to the CRUZ company. Philip searched the various enterprises affiliated with his company and he found that one of them was the Safari company. He had totally forgotten that his mother said something to him about Henry accepting a partnership with the Safari company. He didn't suspect the company but he avoided them as much as he could during his time in the CEO seat. They were crafty when it came to partnership and they were also competitive, so the fact is that they could do anything to get recognized. Anything.

I text and wait for his reply, but his reply comes fast. "Hey, beautiful, what can I do for you?" He replies, and I roll my eyes. “I need you to get me some stardust before next Saturday.” I reply. Stardust is a powder that can harm vampires, but when a werewolf consumes it, it just makes them high and hallucinate, which would work perfectly for my plan. My phone beeps, and I smile. “That can be arranged, but what would I get in return?" He replies. “What do you want in return?" I ask.

He scowled. "Why? He asked. It will be interesting to watch people wonder why I know so many people whose names are numbers," I replied. "Two is barely many people," he scoffed. "See, that's why my Dad is One, Noah is Two, Violet Is Three, Summer is Four, Wes is Seven. Cash is Eight, and Eli is Nine," I explained. For the second time, his face palmed himself in my honor. "Just get in the car, blossom, " he sighed as he opened the door for me, making me laugh. "You just won't admit that my thinking is awesome," I said as we made our way to school. He rolled his eyes."There are many things in the world that are awesome. Your thinking is not one of them. If anything, it's lame." I gasped. Take

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-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.