Stand And Deliver Novels & Stories

Who knew love could be this damn good? Love. That feeling... I loved her and I knew it. I'd always loved her, always. But I was too scared to make sense of it. Too scared to admit it to myself. Too scared to let her know. Yeah, I loved her. I was madly and hopelessly in love with her. And I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop myself. I tried though, heaven knew I tried to get her off my mind since our one night stand, to forget about her but I failed. It got worse when I found out she was working for me. And then everything that I did up until this point was just so I could keep her by my side.

Joshua Daniel was the god of might, the one who could both steal and give life. “Despite the fact that you tried to trick me, I have given you the greatest chance possible and am allowing you to leave safely. Now, if you say anything one more time, tomorrow I'll take away your family name from this planet,” Joshua commanded, his enraged eyes ready to swallow Rosetta, who tried to speak but could not find the words.

And then he smiles as if something is actually funny. At first, I want to spill all that came to my mind, but I only stand and say, "I can't do that. I'm sorry sir. You're still my boss and calling you by name is disrespectful, if you'll excuse me, please. I wasn't able to finish the piece yesterday so I have to do that now."

She stood her grounds with her hands clasped together. "Would you like me to remind you, perhaps you've forgotten and you'd like me to bring it to your remembrance?" He asked with a Devilish grin laced to his brows. He slowly advanced her, a step at a time until there was only a few inches away from them. Their breath filled their faces as they glared at each other. "So are you going to answer my question now and tell me what we are?"

I uttered. Barry took a step closer to me. The smirk on his face widened into a beaming grin. "Oh yeahh," Barry's voice spoke boomingly, boosted by the shower setting around us. "You're not dreaming," Barry said letting his voice linger before continuing. "These are for real." Barry rocked his hips. This caused his big, wrinkly nuts to shake back and forth in front of me. "Impressive, aren't they?"

I will never be part of any illegal activity, put my life in danger, or join his organization. Grandpa tried to bargain with me, saying, "I will provide you with the best bodyguard who will stay with you twenty-four hours a day and will obey anything you demand." "I don't care because I am not going to join your organization," I firmly stated, standing up from the couch. I was about to walk out on them when my father grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving. "Please, son, at least try to consider it," my father begged me desperately. "Thank you very much. Nothing you can do or say will persuade me otherwise." I made it perfectly clear to them. I took a stand for the first time in my life,

"Tonight, I’ll stand at a firm belief, a choice that will surely ripple through the threads of our pack's destiny." -"I’m so proud of you for choosing to stand against the tide of convenience.”- He declares, his voice firm like the air billowing around me. He then steps forward, his powerful frame radiating a sense of purpose. In the moonlight, his eyes flicker with an ancient wisdom, a sentinel of instincts and loyalty.

In this moment, I become the embodiment of resilience and strength, radiating an unwavering belief in my abilities. The men stand resolute, their gazes unwavering, as they prepare to test my mettle. They have come to challenge my drive to remain alpha, to question my position of leadership. But I am unyielding, unwavering in my commitment to defend what is rightfully mine. With a final piercing stare, I silently convey my determination. The weight of whatever the challenge lies heavy upon my shoulders, and I am ready to face it head-on. The field is filled with an electric anticipation, the clash of strong men and ideals hanging in the air.

Somehow he looked more dashing this way, still perfectly put together in his suite, not a hair out of place. Tuesday night had me back to just wanting to fuck him. Anything to take back the words that put that look on his face. Anything to stop him from walking out that door. Stand your ground. No faltering now. I came up behind him and turned the machine back on. Harmon Chancellor was above turning it off again. Daddy wasn't petty like that, but I sure as shit was. "Isn't it obvious? It's a hostile takeover," was my response to him when he turned around to face me head on.

A door that required nothing borrowed, nothing stolen, nothing that left traces in blind zones or legacy layers. Gone. We move to contingency. Tonight. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.