Sticky Felt Novels & Stories

It’s on my window! I jumped in fear as I switched on my lamp and stood up. I walked towards my closet slowly and reached out for the first thing in sight. A hockey stick. I held it tightly as I walked on my tip toes slowly towards the window. “W…. Who’s there” I stuttered as I was shaking in fear. There was no reply. I wouldn’t blame the person. Or thief should I rather say. My voice was extremely low to only my hearing. “Who’s there?” I said loudly.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

He stood up and I followed as well. “ okay... Take care" I said as I walked him out. It was already closing so there was no one who is going to disturb me. I waved at turned to get my bags and go home. Stacy was already waiting for me. She kept looking at me as though she was suspicious of something. “ What!?" I asked after a while. “ Are you flirting with one of our customers?" Stacy asked disdainfully. Scoffing I glanced at her. “ flirting? Seriously now Stacy? I think you should get your priorities right. He wanted to see me and besides he already knows me" I added. She didn't look to convincing but hey who cares?

“Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is a bad situation. But I can handle it. I just need to stay calm. I take another deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. I turn the key again. But this time, the engine remains silent. I slump back into the seat, my head resting on the steering wheel. The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.

That would only piss my dad off. Just as I'm about to give up, Cole shoves aside a few old hockey bags and there it is, my pink and black bag. It's a little dusty but no worse for the wear. My heart skips a beat as he unzips it. It's all there, looking exactly like the last time I saw it. Cole meets my gaze with a smile. He zips it back up again before hauling it over his shoulder. "Do you have a stick?" I rifle through a dozen sticks until I find my favorite and then grab one of my backups. I can't help but run my hand lovingly over the shaft. Both the grip and the blade are still wrapped in bright pink tape.

he muttered under his breath. My stomach twisted hard. I stared at him, confused and flustered all at once. His eyes stayed on me, steady. Then I pushed against him harder this time. "Move," I whispered sharply. He grabbed me again, his lips coming down on mine. But I pushed again and slapped him hard across the face, panting pretty hard. That made him stop… but he wasn't done. _ Jace POV Something was wrong with me. Seriously wrong. Ever since that night at the cliff, Harper had been stuck in my head in the most irritating way possible.

I guess his stubborn mode is active. And, he went to wrap his right hand on my waist and pulled me closer to him, while I feel my heart is beating so fast, and I don't wanna move. "It's cold. And, my head feels like shit." He mumbled and took the blanket to wrap his lower body and mine.

Jade said Carl gave a low menacing growl and yanked his hands off her. She could see that he was really upset, yet she asked such stupid questions from him. After yanking his hand off her, he straightened his jacket and mounted his bike. Hilary approached jade, a sardonic smile tugged at her lips. When jade saw her, she rolled her eyes and was about to move past her when Hilary grabbed her shoulders. “I know we barely talk and we don't like each other because we're rivals from different motorcycle clubs but. How about we become friends?” Hilary offered, trying to be friendly.

After my stomach is filled, my head becomes a little light and the drowsiness starts to disappear. I sat first to see the cellphone notification. There were two text messages, and when I opened them, it turned out that the man had asked for decoration yesterday. 'Thank you for your hard work and our boss liked it. He asked for additional room fragrances, and can you drive some here? '

Chapter 9: Harley's Sick Love October Harley My vision is blurred by the strobe lights as I seductively climb the shiny pole with both hands while eye-fucking the audience. When I reach the top, I wrap my legs around it and let myself fall. As I sway back and forth to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, my hair sweeps across the stage. I twirl my body around the pole while still hanging upside down as Ride by Ciara hums in my ears and my hips methodically follow the beat. I see Stacks watching my routine from the back corner of the club, his eyes glistening with admiration and approval. Bills flutter throughout the air, cascading over the stage from the hungry men applauding my