Thirteen 13 Movie Novels & Stories

At the mention of Kaiden, a flash of guilt flickered across her eyes before rage instantly swallowed it again. "I've told you a thousand times that he's just my employee. Stop being so paranoid and making a scene over nothing." She snapped, "Marriage isn't up for discussion until my company goes public and everything settles down. No amount of throwing fits is going to change that!" After delivering her ultimatum, she tossed the watch she was holding onto the couch, spun on her heel, and stormed out. The door slammed shut with a deafening bang. The vibration shook a framed picture of us right off the entryway wall, and it shattered into pieces the instant it hit the floor.

“We deal with that shit in real life. Now finding the perfect guy, that’s a fucking mystery.” A squeal sounded from behind us. “I love this movie!” “Ah fuck, who invited the kid?” Aya groaned. Nalanie sighed and shoved pizza in her mouth. I glanced over my shoulder to find the kid. Or rather a late-teenaged girl with midnight-black hair framing her pale face, and a huge smile. The fangs were a dead giveaway to what kind of supernatural she was. The girl bounded over to the couch and elbowed her way between Aya and Nalanie who both protested the intrusion.

"Nina, hang in there. I'm taking you to the hospital!" "Stop." I pressed my forehead, blood slick under my fingers, and stepped in front of them. "Jason Palmer, you're not leaving until we're divorced. Once those papers are signed, you can play house with her and your so-called love child. I'm done." My words lit the Palmers up. "You psycho! You're blocking us from the hospital?" "You're trying to kill my grandson!" "Beat this bitch to death!" Margot and Christopher came at me, fists and feet flying.

Dante was clearing the living room and setting it all up. Damitri got a list of things we would need and left to the store to get it all before she got home. We checked and the movie they went to see is about a two hour movie so we should have enough time to get it all ready. "Liam text that they will be here sooner because our girl felt dizzy and dosn't feel good" Damitri says walking into the living room and setting the bags down on the couch.

I let out a chuckle as I remember the looks on everyone’s faces; I swear if I ever needed someone murdered these would be the guys who would do it for me. “Yeah, I know what you mean. How do you wish someone luck for testifying at a trial for attempted murder?” Michelle laughs, but the sound is hollow and forced. Quickly, she changes the subject as she flicks on the next movie on our list. “Time to get your a capella on,” Michelle murmurs making a dive for the popcorn I am holding in my hands. “I so love Pitch Perfect,” I sigh, losing myself in the film as the first scene opens.

Parents: Arthur Driscoll (deceased) Clara Driscoll (deceased) Siblings: Daniella Driscoll (29) Holy. Fucking. Shit This can’t be real…is Dani, Adria's sister..? Not only is that possibly the case but is she…seeking revenge..does she know? Questions flood my mind. The +34 phone number, she recently moved back to the States from Madrid. And…she’s in this fucking house… I hastily pull open my desk drawer and snatch a handgun out, securing it in the upper back part of my jeans. I run out of my office, Julian and Stephanie are in the doorway and Stephanie makes eye contact with me like she’s shocked to see me in my own home.

“Can’t you read? They say the film is rated 13.” “So?” “Don’t watch it! You are not 13 years old yet!” “Don’t be a pain in the ass. We all know those ratings are fake. They just want to deceive us so we don’t watch good stuff and we go watch those boring colourful things,” Summer defends herself. “That’s very wrong, Summer.” “Yeah? Like you know.” Summer draws the remote closer to herself for protection, almost hugging it. “What’s in this film anyway that you are so afraid of?”

It was absurd to think that someone could be that enticing and she could not, for the life of her, figure out what that had to do with the lesson. However, the one thing that was the very reason why she was stuck in that building was something that she deemed to be the mother of all surreality. The man was believed to have been awaiting his bride and so on every friday the 13th of the eleventh month, a girl was tied up in his private home. If she was found on the next day, it served to prove that she was not the bride. If however...she shook her head. Of course nothing would happen to her. Besides, this man would be centuries old and as far as she was concerned no one could live that long.

he whispered against my ear. Word spread fast through the kingdom that this thirteenth bride wasn't like the others. Not only did she survive, but she broke Prince Draven's so-called curse and won his heart completely. The Prince even swore a blood oath that he'd never mark another Omega as long as he lived. Border Defense Commander Lucian, on the other hand, wasn't doing so well.

Bored of the chase, sick of the burning in his lungs and thighs, he dug his heels in and snapped, "Stop!" The Unfortunate froze. "Turn around," he ordered, and she did as she was told. She hung her head as lightning flashed. Her blonde hair hung in her face, shielding it from him. He didn't need to see her face to know who it was. Thirteen was the smallest of the house Unfortunates. "Look at me." She lifted her head, and another flash of lightning, one bright enough to light her features, confirmed that it was indeed Thirteen. He absorbed a flinch at the sight of her. She was battered and bruised, the reason she was running clear on her face.