Tender Bang Novels & Stories

I got back from the embassy with my visa late in the evening. Macie rang me up to join a staff dinner. Just outside the private room, I caught Macie's voice. "Hey, when Mr. Jones gets here, no one's to get him drinking, okay? The guy's not in the best shape for booze. Anyone itching for a drink, you come to me!" Her voice was bubbling with laughter. Peeking through the door, I spotted her in a sleek black gown, her arms pale and striking.

Rick fixed his jacket’s collar and walked charmingly towards the dance floor, straight towards the target. Troy smirked and turned to look at the bartender. “One more vodka please. Make it strong.” “Sure boss.” The bartender looked at the owner of the club and quickly started to pour the transparent liquid in a tiny glass. “If may I ask you boss. What kind of girl do you want?”

I waved to gain their attention as Tony locked the car. "Damn babe you look hot!" Tenda spoke as she caught sight of my outfit before she yanked me in for a hug. "But you look stunning," I said, taking in her funnel hand blouse, a tight-fitting skirt, and black stiletto's. "Wow bitch, you on fire, I might have to fuck you right here, right now," Tony blurted as he too took in her outfit, practically drooling and granting her the fuck me eyes that sent a light pain through my chest which I covered with a chuckle and an eye-roll.

The last thing he needed was to drag an injured brat to Skye and stink up his clinic because they didn’t know how to hold a fucking shovel. “Oi, Bangs,” Dyllen called after directing the other four to their areas. “You gonna tell me your real name yet? It’s been days.” The beta with bangs was looking far tidier than the day he had arrived. Dyllen had helped him trim down his bangs to a moderately tidy state and the patchy way it grew on his head still left it looking scruffy as hell despite Dyllen’s best efforts. The name he had given him the first day certainly suited him with his look but he figured he needed to learn the poor kid’s real name.

An hour later Serena was already in the bar, she kept glancing across the room with her almost empty glass infront of her, she cringe as she saw most of the men hungrily feeding their eyes on her with lust, she had danced to her satisfaction and was resting when she saw a man approaching her seat, he was tall with dark hair neatly trimmed and styled, skin tanned even under his shirt, she could see he was in great shape as she picture his bulging muscles, his Abs and six packs. A tingle tickled her core as something told her he would be amazing in bed, and maybe he could make her feel those things Simon could never make her feel. "Looks like your glass is empty" the sexy stranger said, handin

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

Trent yells out to Dario as he approached the billionaire who seems to have run out of bombs. “Vraise himself has never seen me in full power. He would go down too if he tries to stop me”. Dario growled out, flinging the door open, just to see his mate on the ground, drained and tired. He could also feel it through her pulse that ran through his veins that she was extremely exhausted. The sight and the way she felt drove him mad. He could feel every pain, sweat, and extra thump if her heart. He didn’t think he could get any angrier than he already was but he was literally shaking from just how mad he was.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

*Bang* The first beast Mane crashed into was Number 1. The giant ape was almost as large as Silver, and he wasn’t about to be done in so easily. Mane’s fists only found Number 1’s arm guards. And though Mane’s fists were several times smaller than Number 1’s fingers, his punch was ferocious. Number 1 was sent skidding back several meters, and his arms shook violently due to the powerful after effects of Mane’s devastating strike.

“If you can make it to the wake, I will slip it to you. I will be among the crowd, and I'll feel safer there. Be there at eight pm.” “It's a tape of the assassination.” "A tape?" "Yes." “Okay, but how will I know who you are?” insisted Tommy. “I want to know how you look first,” the voice said. Tommy answered, “I'll be wearing a white polo barong. I'll be with another, who's tall, handsome, and wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. You . . . how will I know you?” “It's not important. My only desire is for you to have it.” And the voice hung up without waiting for him to say anything.