Void Punk Novels & Stories

Kyaria answers. She is not even looking at him. I however can see the look on his face. I can tell he is interested in Evie. She is his type. She is a few inches taller than Kyaria. She has medium-length chocolate brown hair with honey-colored highlights weaved in and blue - hazel eyes. Her olive skin tone is highlighted by her pale pink bikini. Kyaria is still oblivious to Aiden staring at the picture of her and Evie. I smirk because I can tell Aiden is highly interested in her just by the way he is staring at the picture. Kyaria shuts her computer and pushes me away so she can get up. I smirk at Aiden and he tells me to fuck off. He says his good-byes and heads back into the con

She saw a chair and sat down as someone made their way to the door and answered. "Good morning Penelope, how can I help?" "Good morning, Dr. Paxton. This is Luna Riley. She is visiting from the Silver Moon Pack. She's been sick all morning, and we were hoping you would see her?" "Of course, come in, Riley! Let's get you in the exam room." "Thank you, Dr. Paxton." Riley said as Dr. Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance.

Mary cut in, raising an eyebrow. "Em, when's the last time you did anything fun?" I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died on my lips. When was the last time? Between the endless reports, the late nights, and the constant pressure to prove myself in a sea of male engineers, fun had become a foreign concept. "That's what I thought," Mary said, her voice softening. "Come on, there's this new club opening tonight. Club Enigma. Very exclusive, very mysterious. I managed to snag us some tickets."

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

It bothered me that all the dominant men in this pack passed around the submissives. " Leave us, " I said tapping my foot. " I'll be back Mr. Hart, " the submissive says touching his bulge. She walked away extra sassy making sure to shake her ass just to make Luke want more and I could tell , by his eyes, it was working. " So, what's up, man, " Luke asked shoving his hands into his pockets of his tailored suit. " I found this girl last night--" " Was it your mate? " Luke interuppts.

we order a cab since we both would be getting drunk and probably wouldn't be able to handle the steering later. on getting to the club, you can hear the heavy sound of the best from the outside. Peace said whatever to the bouncer and they let us into the VIP section. immediately we entered, she recognise a few people, leaving me to myself. fucking idiot. I followed put behind her and find myself next to some hot dudes. ah! lucky me. Peace introduced me to her friends and we hit off almost immediately. Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys.

Some like a fish-shaped, some like a flower or a superhero character. Luckily, there are nearly a dozen children, if there were more children. Dean doesn’t know how he could satisfy the wishes of the children. Dean is surprised by his nephew's passionate love for the chubby, fat pig. Nephew's eyes, glittering, passionately looking at the pig. He thought his nephew can’t bite a piece on the pig.

"Yeah?" Knox looked up at me with the expression I had categorized as his most dangerous — the one that was casual on the surface and completely deliberate underneath, the one that knew exactly what it was doing and was doing it anyway. He bounced the object in his hand once, then raised his stick and batted it up toward the bleachers in a clean, arcing shot. It landed on the bench two feet from me with a sharp crack. A puck. I picked it up. In black marker, in handwriting I recognized from a note passed in AP Lit approximately eleven days ago, it said: Formal?

Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a double agent returning from a deep-cover mission. ​"It’s just chrome, Vince," I laughed, taking a long, cold sip of the beer. It was exactly what I needed to wash away the tension of the meeting with Luke. "But the coffee is better. And nobody calls me 'Martin.'" ​Beer Pong & Brutal Honesty ​The center of the room was dominated by a makeshift beer pong table. The competition was fierce, and the stakes were high—the losers had to do a dramatic reading of the most passive-aggressive email they’d received that week.

Very weird. * To Be Continued * Note: I'm sorry if a lot of writing is still wrong and messy, because i'm not very good at English. But I want to try and keep learning. Thank you for supporting me.