Theon X Ramsay Novels & Stories

he added Roman and Harley gave each other a quick glance before Harley threw her head back in exhaustion and Roman finished the content in his glass “so what do we do? How do we go about this because it’s you guy’s fault I’m in this mess in the first place. Everything still feels like I’m in some weird dream and the moment sausages starts falling from the sky then I’d concluded I’m not crazy” Harley gesticulated with her hands before running them in her hair

His expectant demeanor suggested he had been anticipating our visit, and I wondered if he had somehow sensed our approach. "Brother," I greeted Ramses, my voice neutral. Ramses' response was immediate, his booming voice filling the foyer. "Well, look what the cat dragged in!" He exclaimed, his face split wide with a mischievous grin. However, his jovial demeanor faltered as his gaze fell upon Roxy. His grin slowly dissolved, replaced by a somber expression. Ramses inhaled deeply, his silence stretching for a few moments before he spoke again.

Just as I'm about to turn the TV on, a door opens down the hallway and out walks Ransom. He reminds me so much of a younger Havoc, it's almost scary. "Hey." He gives me a sleepy smile as he shuffles into the kitchen first and then back to the living room where I am. He carries a bottle of water, and as he sits down, he pulls a package of crackers out of his sling. "This damn painkiller they gave me makes me thirsty and makes me want to puke," he sighs as he has a seat in the chair opposite me.

“You’re worrying too much, Mr. Campbell. Mr. Deer’s trained in Ground-Scrincan. Kayson can’t catch up to him. “Given all the possibilities, even if he speculates that the person behind all these is you, I’m still here, aren’t I? If Kayson dares appear, I’ll make sure he won’t get to go back.” Xander thought about it and found it right. What did he have to be scared of with Bolt Doyen here? Moreover, he was the second richest man in Clouspring. Would Kayson really dare kill him? Xander was unfazed after figuring it out. He resumed his bath leisurely and exhaled with a tip of his chin. Suddenly, a face came into his sight. Astonished, he slipped into the tub. “Kayson!?” Bolt Doyen moved almost

"Okay, but only if you promise I'll be so tall and a superhero too, Mommy." "I promise, baby." The rest of the drive passes in comfortable silence, Harry contentedly sipping his juice while I try to convince myself this is just a harmless afternoon. That watching Jaxon interact with my son won't tear open wounds I've spent years trying to heal. But when I pull into the Titans stadium parking lot and see him waiting by a black Ford F-150, my carefully constructed composure crumbles. Jesus Christ. Why does he have to look like that? Jaxon's leaning against his truck with his arms crossed, wearing a gray T-shirt that seems specifically designed to showcase every muscle in his torso and faded je

Doctor Harrison stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm Doctor Michael Harrison. I own the Harrison Stroke and Rehabilitation Center." Ramon stared down at the man's outstretched hand. His pupils tightened. He wanted to ignore him, but the man was elderly, and he had also heard of Doctor Harrison's center. Ramon had learned about it while looking for a specialist for Tony. "I'm Ramon Holloway," he managed to respond through clenched teeth as he shook his hand. They had barely released their handshake when Dimitri's voice cut through.

The air was quiet enough to hear the creak of a chair shifting under weight. Then my eyes found the throne. At first, I thought it was Jaxon, because this man had the same broad shoulders, same height, same shape to the face and same long, black hair. But the eyes weren’t his. There was no warmth there, no recognition, no happiness at seeing me. When he looked at me, he leaned forward and gave me a cold smile. “Hello, Raven,” he greeted. “My name is Ramsey, and I have heard so much about you.”

“I’ll go change.” He nodded, eyes politely averted. “Sure. I'll wait here.” At the door, I hesitated. “And… Reese?” “Yes?” “How old is Ramsey? He's weirdly honest.” “Twenty. He's twenty years old.” I shifted awkwardly. “Oh. That explains it. He’s very… open.” Reese chuckled. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, Ramsey has severe OCD. He can’t actually bring himself to lie if that's what you're wondering about.”

Chapter 148 LAKE "I know," he said, but I wasn't sure he believed it. Ramon had always been the protector, the strong one, the alpha who took care of everyone else. Letting himself be vulnerable—that didn't come naturally to him. "I have good news," I said, changing the subject because I could feel him pulling back again, retreating into whatever thoughts were haunting him. "Rhodes examined me yesterday while you were meeting with your brothers. Did a full checkup, made sure everything from—from what Samuel did—was healing properly."

Yaslyn said sincerely. Omar took a deep breath and laughed, "Why would I need your help? My father is an oil tycoon. I'm neither short of money nor targeted." Yaslyn laughed heartily. "True that!" Omar nudged her. "Go on now. Look at Xoan. He's giving me death stares." Yaslyn glanced back to find Xoan glaring at them, seemingly displeased. Playfully sticking out her tongue, she said, "Alright, I'm going."