Romans & histoires Unfathomable Senior

“Okay, no—seriously. Who the hell is this mystery savior messing up your love life? Let’s go find him. Talk to him. Fix this mess. What’s his name?” Lucas sounded serious, but the way he started rolling up his sleeve like he was getting ready to fix his friend’s heartbreak with fists seemed funny, but no one was in the mood for laughter. “Come on Nat, I'm serious, let's find him and explain things to him. Surely he will understand. There is every possibility that he felt nothing for the big guy. Saving someone doesn’t mean you're romantically loving him.” “Yeah, you're right but I don’t know,” Nathan said with a defeated sigh. “Even Alex didn’t know his full name. If he did, he would’ve foun

added the senior seriously. "What?"

I stated. I continued my work on my laptop. Attending meetings online,signing documents and all. I stare at the picture of my parents and I on my shelf. I walk over to it feeling like a failure. I promised them that i would find their murderers at the young age of 8 years. 12 years have passed now. I have become the strongest Mafia leader in the world at just a young age of 20 yet I haven't avenged my parents. I pull the lever and my shelf moves to the side,to reveal a door that no one knows about.

I narrowed my eyes observing the picture taken closely to see Nakul was too close to the steering wheel like his chest pressed to it. Maybe because he couldn’t reach it from the car seat. But why can’t he remember all this? The answers sure lie with his grandpa, but he is not giving them. I feel like we both forgot about something which is obvious using our emotions. some main thing which we all know but not remembering this moment.

My mom looked at me with a weird expression. "Did you not hear what your dad said ? Go and pack your stuff" She yelled at me and I went to my room and started to pack my belongings. I don't understand why are they so afraid of Dean. Anyway, there was nothing much to pack as I didn't have many dresses or shoes. I just had a few nice dresses and the rest are my mom's old clothes. I couldn't complain as the financial condition of my family is not good anyway. I put on a white top, jeans and brown boots following with a long brown coat which was gifted by my best friend 'Clara'. I miss her a lot as after finishing high school we couldn't meet often. We could only reunite when she came to my hous

He's just 17 yet the awra he's giving feels different. "Zaine."

Fuck you, asshole! "Well, you would never understand yet how it feels like to be a parent. You are still so young to be so... So knowledgeable about everything around you, Aidan. You know nothing about us and what we need to do as grown-ups for our family. And, with the things that we need to do to handle everything that concerns my family and business." He answered as he composed himself from my insults and I scoffed as I have made the attorney beside me just keep his mouth shut.

I have written a speech, but you know I’m not really feeling it today, so I’m going to talk from the heart. “When we first started school at five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.” I told them I wanted to be a princess, and I remember the boy next to me said he wanted to be a superhero. They asked us again when we started 6th grade what we wanted to be. I told them I wanted to be a ballerina, some kids said astronaut, Rockstar, and one said suffer. He’s doing great with that! “And yet again, they asked us what we wanted to be at the beginning of our senior year. I answered with I want to be a teacher, but what I really wanted to say is who the hell knows.” We will go throu

she was remained a mystery but we knew she was by far the oldest council member. Being immortal, us wolves could live indefinitely barring devastating injuries or the even rarer illness. Most physical aging slowed after the age of thirty and even the oldest among us barely looked a day past forty. Alma was no exception. Despite her age, she was a truly stunning she-wolf, tall and lean with sheets of platinum hair hanging well past her waist and the most entrancing silver-gray eyes.

Ann interrupted suddenly with a frown on her face, "You knew both of our mothers?!" Lexi glanced up at Ann and they shared a look before turning to stare incredulously back at where he sat. "How is that even possible?!" Lexi gasped as she leaned forward in her chair, her curiosity piqued and suddenly desperate to know more. Bartholomew chuckled deeply. "You asked how crusty a Senior Elder had to be…well…not quite old enough to become crusty just yet my dear. You see, I'm almost 600 years old." He explained to gasps from both Ann and Lexi.