The Right Stuff Novels & Stories

Season after season. The right amount. Always.

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"Please. He probably paid for some ride-share to act rich. Everyone knows he's broke. He can't even afford a watch. How could he know anyone who rides in a Rolls-Royce?" Mr. Whitmore nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. Even your mother couldn't borrow a plate number like that. Where would a fake son like him meet someone that important?" To prove he was better than me, Tyler immediately turned and went to the kitchen. Before long, he brought out a large platter of bluefin tuna sashimi and a plate of raw marinated shrimp. "Grandma, the top overseas nutritionist said your body has been ruined by the toxins from Julian's herbs!

This engagement is off. Everyone was stunned.

"The only thing that happened is her wolf's voice was damaged—she's mute now. But she's an omega. Weak. Who's going to believe her anyway?" The other gestured toward the box, his tone suddenly syrupy. "Madam, you're clever enough to understand these things. Please—accept these gifts. They're just a little token of appreciation." Was that it? If I kept them, I was clever? I stared at the box overflowing with glittering jewelry and tiger furs. With that much, I could buy enough deer fur to repair so many battle gears...

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“Shit!” Thane ran through the wide courtyard of the Evander estate, however quick his long legs could take him. The lush, grassy ground’s friction with his Oxford shoes didn’t help at all. “Come on, Rein. Answer the phone,” he grunted while gripping his phone close to his ear with only ringing sounds getting back at him.

“You’re the right person.” To Be Continued—

“She will be worth it. A perfect little doll for you to-” “You motherfucker,” Troy hissed, interrupting Gary. My insides, already liquid, turned to ice, and butterflies flapped up a hurricane in my stomach. “I will rip your spine out through your asshole,” he warned. “End. It. Now.” “Sold to bidder forty-two,” Gary said hurriedly and switched off his microphone. I stared at Troy who calmly returned my gaze. His face was completely passive and unreadable. After a few minutes, he sighed deeply, ran his slender fingers through a mob of thick, dark blonde hair and held out his hand to help me off the platform.

I saw the flash—a dark, turbulent cocktail of raw anger and twisted lust that made my skin prickle. “Well, well,” one of the men at the table whistled, a thick, oily sound. He leaned forward, his eyes roaming over my legs like they were surveying a piece of prime livestock. “I didn't know the house had fresh talent tonight. Is this the ‘special entertainment’ you promised, Blackwood?”