The Barefoot Bandit Novels & Stories

The path seemed deserted, but it was a great place for an ambush. And indeed, Kael was right about it … as the bandits emerged from the top of the snowy mountains, crying and yelling like savages. There were a hundred of them, sliding down the steep slope using their small skates under their shoes. They all had black masks covering their nose and mouth. "Ryia," Kael called to the red lady behind him. She responded with a nod, and then raised her long brown staff into the air. "Summoning, Ysellian!"

"Ava, you did it. But are you alright?" I nodded, though I could feel the strain of the battle weighing heavily on me. "I'm fine, Karim. We need to secure the camp and make sure the bandits can't regroup." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over our camp, I gathered the twelve warriors around the campfire. The flickering flames illuminated their faces, a mix of determination and exhaustion etched into their features. The victory against the bandits had been hard-won, but the sense of unease lingered. We knew that the bandits had been acting under orders, and the question of who in Nashville was pulling the strings weighed heavily on our minds.

Dekk turned to his formless guard and commanded they take me outside the castle gates and leave me there to die. Shaking my head I return to the present situation I am in. Saved by Roghd and his son Jace. Jace grabbed my arm just moments after the castle’s gates were shut on me. The father and son had been living in the oak savannah that surrounded the castle all their lives. As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take.

a gritty voice spoke as a man about Jay's age stepped into the room, dressed from head to toe in leather and a pistol tucked into his pants. “What do you want?” I shot out, instantly regretting my words as a dark scowl transformed his face - but it was too late to call back the words. “I want your father,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling the firearm out and pointing it toward me nonchalantly. It made no sense. “Who are you?” I asked, my confusion evident. I thought the military were after me, not Jay. “They call me Bandit. I'm the leader of the Rebels. And your father owes me.”

I had never come in contact with a 20-year-old woman like Lucinda. She truly felt softer than the fluff of cotton candy. To my even greater surprise, she actually took my hand and placed it right on her chest. Instantly, I could feel her suppleness and tenderness right against my palm. I also felt a hard peak. I couldn't believe that she was actually braless! I pulled my hand back in fright, then whispered in her ear, "You must be mad. I'm close friends with your father." At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad does

He had to remind her who was running things. “Let’s start at the clinic. Typically we have a nurse on duty as long as we are open for business or hosting events. She’s running a little late.” “Lovely. Did you have to take a trip to the clinic recently?” Harry asked, staring at the bandage on Arianna’s knee. He didn’t care about her injury. It was just an excuse to stare at her shapely legs. Arianna wore a black long-sleeved body-hugging dress that stopped right at the top of her knees. Harry especially enjoyed the crocodile-embossed high-heeled booties she wore.

"Pack the kit. If the feds are involved, Blackridge is officially a war zone." I didn't argue. I scrambled out of the furs, feeling the chill of the cabin air on my bare skin as I grabbed my clothes. I watched Ruan as he dressed, his movements fast and precise. He looked like a man preparing for a funeral—or a revolution. By the time I had my boots laced and my hair tied back, he was already at the door, his hand on his holster. We stepped out into the freezing mountain air. Vulture and Bear were waiting by the bikes, their faces unreadable behind their dark visors. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust and the heavy, metallic tang of an impending conflict.

She’d arrive under her own power, on her own terms. The Riot Kings clubhouse sat on the outskirts of town, a converted warehouse with a large yard now filled with motorcycles and pickup trucks. Music spilled into the night, along with laughter and the mingled scents of barbecue and beer. Valentina parked the Yamaha among the rows of much larger bikes, feeling like a child bringing a tricycle to a motorcycle rally. Still, the act of riding here herself, of not arriving as someone’s passenger, steadied her nerves. Inside, the party was in full swing. The warehouse had been transformed with strings of lights, a makeshift bar, and tables laden with food. At one end, a local band played classic r

But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of truth amidst the fear, that caught my attention. I knelt down, my gaze piercing into his soul, searching for the sincerity he claimed to possess. "Who is your boss?" I demanded, my voice laced with a hint of authority and curiosity. "Speak the truth, and perhaps your plea for mercy will be considered." The bandit swallowed hard, his voice quivering as he revealed the name I least expected. "King Edwards," he stammered, his eyes wide with trepidation. "He ordered us to loot anyone that passes here and bring the spoils to him."

Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.