Ticket Hero Novels & Stories

Tricia comments. “That might work. They have never seen you.” I reply. “You are going to have to make yourself known so he notices you,” Cara adds. Tricia is my best friend but she can be a little shy sometimes. From what I know she is just Trevor’s type. This might be our way in. Once we get in it should be no problem getting to Brady and running off Jaidyn’s new little toy. It’s not like he is gonna keep her around long. She is just temporary until the end of this tour. It will give me great pleasure to run her off and get him back for throwing me out. He didn’t give me a chance to explain what really happened. Not that I cared because I never wanted to be with him. It has alwa

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

That hand was prominently displaying the limited-edition bracelet I'd bought for Cornell for 5,000 dollars. The caption read, "The best part about attending a rock and roll music festival is attending it with true fans who know what it truly means." I shook with fury and called him at once. The phone rang for a very long time before he finally picked up. "What's the matter with you? Are you done making a fuss about things?" Cornell said impatiently. I heard a deafening bass booming in the background. "What do you mean by your Instagram story? Did you just give my ticket to someone else? Even the bracelet I bought for you?" I asked through gritted teeth.

She asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Hunter throws a glance at me before turning his attention to Sasha, the nurse. Written in her name tag attached to her breast. "Tend to her wounds. There better not be a single bruise left on that body, or you won't have to worry about my dick entering your little cunt ever again." He warns.

A huge truck came out of nowhere from his left forcing him to stop the car abruptly making a screeching noise as he held out his arm to keep his mom safe from hitting the dashboard. As soon as the car stopped he realized that he got hurt as blood dripped down his forehead. "Are you alright, mom?" Hunter asked, looking at Emma making sure she wasn't injured. Her eyes were wide as she gave a nod. Hunter glanced at the truck and his eyes narrowed at the driver who got out of the car. That driver's eyes turned golden and Hunter knew he was about to shift. In the blink of an eye, he yanked the gun from under his seat and aimed at that shifting werewolf.

My family was going on a beach trip for summer. My mother came up with the whole itinerary two weeks earlier. My father booked a room with a view of the sea. My brother picked the surfboards, while my sister went with the dresses for socials. I was helping them pack up the night before the trip when I saw the tickets on the coffee table. There were only four of them, and they were for my father, mother, brother, and sister. They didn't get one for me. My mother saw me, and she froze. "Oh, I forgot all about you." My brother didn't even look up. "She can just stay at home." My sister said quietly, "Maybe I shouldn't go, then?" My mother quickly took her side. "No. You've been looking for

Same face, but his eyes always saw too much. “You good?” he asked when I glided closer, voice low enough to cut under the noise. “Focused,” I lied, tapping my helmet into place. He didn’t buy it. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “She’s cute when she’s trying not to look nervous. Front row was a power move.” I didn’t answer. Just grabbed my water bottle and squirted a stream into my mouth, the chill sliding down my throat. Power move. That’s what I’d called it when I texted her the seat number this morning.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get