Stevo Slc Punk Novels & Stories

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

"What Marcus and I have is real. We're happy together." "Good for you." "I mean it, Julian. Stop holding onto the past." "I'm not holding onto anything. I just want you both out of my life." Sylvie makes a frustrated sound. "Fine. Be miserable then." She storms off, heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. I watch her go, feeling nothing but relief. "Stop stalking," I mutter without looking at where Bryson's still standing. I push past him, not waiting for a response, and storm through the house toward the exit. I weave between drunk people and loud conversations, feeling stupider with every step.