The Right Stuff Novels & Stories

While I was internally combusting, he looked perfectly comfortable after publicly saying the most insane thing imaginable. Damon pointed at him accusingly. “You can’t say something like that and then sit there looking like a billionaire therapist.” Kendrick took another sip of his drink. “Watch me.” Victor burst out laughing. I pressed my fingers briefly against my forehead. This was a nightmare. “Alright,” Sophie announced. “New topic before Yulia evaporates.” “Too late,” Damon replied immediately. “She’s already buffering.” “Damon,” I warned. He grinned unapologetically. “I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs.”

I should never have mated a woman like you. "Then let's break the bond." Damien froze. "W-What did you say?" I took out our bonding certificate and slammed it onto the table. "Break the bond. Today."

And. Mr. Babe? Should I puke right now? She's just an HR Manager and not Neal's special someone. So, why call him Babe? Eww. This is probably what ate Buba meant. Biatrice. Biatch-rice. It fits her. I really thought she was good and that what ate Buba said were all just rumors but I was wrong. She's an enemy.

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

Rachel tugged at Aaron’s sleeve again, but he pushed her away without hesitation. Then, like presenting a treasure, he held out a bracelet. The quality was awful, and the craftsmanship was crude. “Rachel stole your bracelet and crushed it on purpose. I had this one specially made to replace it for you.” He tried to forcefully put it on my wrist. “Sabrina, you’re the best. Once you wear this, it means you’ve forgiven me.” Without hesitation, I pulled away. The bracelet fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. “Aaron, listen up!

His gaze lifted just enough to see Reid kneeling by a black canister, the faint slosh of liquid inside sounding almost casual, like water in a bucket. But Julian knew better. “What the hell is that?” His voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from the hours he’d spent cursing and straining against the ropes. Reid didn’t even glance up. He poured the contents into a shallow metal tray with slow precision, the pale fumes curling upward like they were alive. “Insurance,” he said finally, his tone almost conversational. “Do you know what happens when certain solvents come into contact with the right accelerant?”

Upstairs, third room. " Guys." I whisper giddily as I bite my lip. " And she did it!" Roxie screams. " An alone time with Reynold. This is a big gig." " Unbelievable." Regina mutters. " Yeah, eat shit, you retarded fuck." I spit out, drinking from my bottle of water. Regina chuckles bitterly and I stand up.

"Wasn't going to go home. My parents made me abandon my life, again, to move, so I'm not up to spending the day with them." "Makes sense," Mr. Warner replied with a shrug. The man obviously responded well to simple logic, so things would probably be easy in this class. "The restroom is down the hall, to the right." "Thanks."

Steven asked. Yan glanced at the bed and it was just fine. “ Then what’s he talking about?” She scoffed inwardly. “ Do the right thing” Steven snapped and headed to the bathroom. Yan was still on that when Steven called her again. Her anger was already boiling. She rushed to the bathroom. “ Can’t you hang the used towel properly?” Steven asked and Yan glared at him. “ But what’s wrong…… “ Is this how a girl should live, huh?” Steven asked in disgust.

Valerie standing frozen in the background, face pale. My grip tightened. The tablet case cracked under my fingers. I hurled it across the room, and it hit the wall with a satisfying crunch. “Eight years without an Alpha,” I snarled, voice rising. “And he’s been playing golden boy the whole time? Businessman of the year? $12 million a month? While I scraped by on blood and contracts?” I paced, boots thudding against the hardwood. My wolf clawed at the inside of my skin, snarling.