Turned Novels & Stories

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

He growls but not in a menacing way. The door swings open and Noah yells “Out!” In an Alpha command and Ang bows his head but hardly moves, taking small, slow steps towards the door. Noah’s breathing is loud and his chest is moving up and down, just staring at me. He moves toward Ang, he grabs him and shoves him out of the cabin in such swift motions and slams the door.

Like he wasn't just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely processing what I was saying. This was new. Most people listened to me the way you listen to data—absorbing information, categorizing it, moving on. Eli listened the way you listen to someone you're trying to understand. "You're nervous," he said after our food arrived. "I'm not," I said, which was a complete lie. I was approximately 47% nervous and 53% terrified and all of it was showing on my face. "Yes, you are," Eli said gently. "You keep doing that thing where you straighten your fork when you're thinking about what to say next."

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Time to end this one way or another. ***

was the last thing I heard her say before slipping to the back of my mind. Going up the stairs to the bathroom to dress for bed, after finishing in the bathroom by candlelight I dressed in an old wore out t-shirt that fell mild thigh and a black bra and panties. Pulling my long light brown curly hair up in a high bun on top of my head making it look like a pineapple. With the moonlight shining in the window, my skin glowed like a honey color making my green eye and large tattoos look different, and out of place due to the fact that I'm five seven. Taking a looking at myself in the mirror thinking how I have changed physically and mentally, before crawling into bed saying to myself in a whisp

I yelled and he rose his eyebrows. "I hate to argue with you, darling but that black SUV that's been tailing us since we left the pack begs to differ." he replied as he gestured to the vehicle that was slowly approaching us. "Shit!" I yelled. Lee pushed me back into the car and over to the passengers seat as he started the car and sped away. "Put on your seat belt, darling. This might get bumpy." he smirked as he made a series of sharp turns. "Do you even know where you're going?" I snapped as I put on my belt.

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