Sticky Felt Novels & Stories

He lingered for half an hour and enjoyed his coffee, calculating that a couple of hours was enough to tone up. Fun thoughts about the night before tickled his imagination, recalling how he had enjoyed the uninhibited company of his co-workers and the flirting moments with the girls. Finally, he got into the entrance of his building and paused, checked the mails, grabbed the newspaper hanging on the mailbox, then took the stairs up taking two steps at a time to continue his exercise. As soon as he came in, the first thing he noticed was the phone blinking. He slung his keys on the rack and threw the newspaper on the sofa. Some inconsequential messages from work on a Sunday, or were they impor

This act of hers got Jolly fuming in anger as she walks to her and pulls her hair with so much force that Ashley almost falls to the ground, if not Aston. Without a second thought, Ashley levels h tight slaps leaving marks on both her cheeks. So much as she tries to get herself not involved with their family again, they keep on pushing on and on, stepping on her toes intentionally and that she wasn't willing to take. Jolly attempts to slap her but she caught her hands and levels her another slap, pushing her with so much force that sends her four steps behind, almost falling.

"The son is in the hospital. He fell down the stairs at his school." "Halah, that kid is just as troublesome as you!" ***

Bella’s iPad- Yes, Alpha. Me- I’m your Alpha. Bella’s iPad- And once you are mated to Stone, he will be my Alpha too. Airport Guy- Thanks for the respect. Me- Good night both of you. I wait for about two hours, and I unlock my door, slipping down the hall. Me- Shelby, smell anything? Shelby- Yes, but it is very faint. I’m not sure if it’s something we want to look for. Me- Shelby, this is for Lesley.

My stubbornness had kept us apart for three whole years. The office door opened. Jeremiah stood there and saw my tears. "Will you listen to me now?" I wiped my tears. "You don't need to explain. It's already over." "No, it's not," he said. "I've spent every day for the last three years beating myself up for not explaining properly. I should never have let you walk away." I lowered my head. "It's too late, Jeremiah." "It's not." Jeremiah crouched and met my eyes. "Just give me a chance."

6 2 21 I am always paranoid the people around me are staring, trying to memorise my code to break into my locker later. I opened the locker door, a yellow piece of paper caught my attention. I didn't remember putting it there. I look around to see if it was a joke, but no one was looking. I grab the paper and read it. In bright green ink the letters ILTT were written on the paper. I felt nervous. What if it was some joke? An abbreviation of an insult? I threw it in the bin which was next to my locker. How funny?