Taco Inanimate Insanity Novels & Stories

Dark. I had to check on everyone at the bunker. Did they know what had happened? Misha and Tong must have found out by now, but— What happened after I blacked out in the mall? What about Misha? Tong? Jina? A headache started to build. I sank deeper into the water, trying to ease the tension. My body grew heavy, too sluggish to move. My eyelids drooped. Something was wrong. I reached for the edge of the tub, but my fingers barely responded. It took too much effort. My limbs felt disconnected, the water lapping against my lips. I tried to fight it, but then—

The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will. I’m going to regret this tomorrow when I’m not only hung over but miserable with the shakes, clammy skin, and cold sweats. Fainting is a probability, so there’s that. I wonder if Carley will be my nurse. “I heard about tu novio. Le siento, Cinco,” Axe Zen says, standing beside our table. “If you need me to put you back together, come see me.” He winks and then reaches over to pat my head. His fingers briefly grip my hair.

"An unmarked building. Another Garrett." "Garrett was yesterday's issue," he countered. "I want to eat fish tacos in peace tonight." She looked at him. "Neo McKinney eating fish tacos." "And that's surprising?" "Honestly? Slightly." "I'm a man of many complexities," he stated flatly. She laughed and picked up her own taco, deciding that Miami was performing some strange and dangerous magic on the man and that she didn't necessarily mind the effects.

” It looks like we have to pay these Russians a visit and tell them how things are done around here. Matteo took a drag with a smirk. He knew what his cousin meant when he wanted to pay a visit to people who stepped on his toe. “These people are crazy ... they don’t have any respect for rules and hierarchy ... they party all night in their yacht, paid off the police to keep them at bay ... the things they do in those parties,” Matteo grunted, “Disgusting.” “Let’s find a neutral ground and meet with them,” Armand said.

"That's not a reason to hide a threat." "It's an excellent reason." "No, it's an extremely Grace reason." I frowned. "What does that even mean?" "It means you're terrified, so naturally your first instinct is to make the situation more dangerous." "I'm not terrified." "You're whispering." "I am not." "You are." I looked toward the driver. He was staring straight ahead. I lowered my voice anyway. "I just don't want Ethan turning this into another security lockdown." Ruelle sighed. "Then tell Laura."