Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

One heralded death-defying skateboarders jumping insane obstacles, while another flashed on a monster truck pile up. Shaking his head quickly back and forth to break out of his trance, Dakari moved toward the wall in the back. The other two stared in awe at a screen, watching as a man in nothing but shorts wrestled an alligator. When it turned ugly for the man, they looked away and noticed Dakari poking through a pile of backpacks and duffles. As Luca and Beecher joined him, Luca reached for a sexily scarred brown leather bag. “OK, I’m done.” He smiled. “This definitely beats the unicorn backpack Katalea loaned me.”

She was obviously taller and weightier than me, even though she was as slim as fuck, but it was the bag she dragged off her back that got my attention. It was a pink girly backpack that matched her earrings, one that made me cringe since I hated bright colors, especially pink. She opened the backpack, looking around her once and barely giving me the chance to quickly hide back in the bushes. She didn’t notice me, probably so disoriented by whatever was bothering her, and I took a sigh of relief.

He explains whilst opening the boot of his car. I can’t help but worry about what can happen. All these thoughts going around in my head. What if this? What if that? “Come on then, give me a bag.” I said whilst holding my hand out. Wade smiles again and throws a large camping rucksack at me. I just manage to catch it and throw it around my back. “Dude, you can’t expect Penny to carry one of these! They’re heavy.” I say worryingly. Wade pulled out a large purple and black rucksack.

She pulled open the drawer beside her bed and grabbed the gun hidden underneath a stack of folded scarves, the cold metal familiar against her palm. She checked the magazine quickly out of habit, then slid it into the backpack along with two power banks, her laptop, two extra sets of clothes, and another pair of sneakers in case the first pair got ruined or soaked through. She zipped the bag shut and slung it over one shoulder, already moving toward the door, her mind racing through everything she might still need. She took the stairs two at a time, her sneakers barely making a sound against the marble, and grabbed the keys to one of Maxton's modified SUVs hanging by the entrance, the ones b

The only frightening thing was the unhealed wounds on my face, and I was limping due to my injured feet. "Caleb!" Jenny rushed toward me with a bouquet of flowers, throwing her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Caleb. I only just found out how much you've suffered. It's all my fault. My negligence gave those people the chance to hurt you. But don't worry. I've already made them pay." She showed me a video. In it, Jackson was covered in bruises. He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left.

"Our wolves will see what happens when the snow falls." After Ivanov passes his moonstone card to pay the keeper, our boots navigate back to the white Cobra. He carries my heavy bag of explicit scrolls with one hand, sliding his other thick palm straight into the back pocket of my tight trail jeans, holding my male hip flush against his thigh as we walk. My eyes cannot help but glance up at his jaw.

“That you would flirt with your mugger is shocking enough, Alpha; now, your wallet, chop, chop!” His smile widens as he rummages through his back pocket and offers both to me. “Well then…” I slip both goods into my coat pocket and offer parting finger guns, which cause him to laugh again before I slide past him, lifting the hood of my coat to vanish in the sea of people. 'There is a scent tracker in his wallet; his scent is also on the coat, where he touched.’ Kaisa warns, and I nod before weaving through the sea of people to head to the terminal.

It seemed as if these men were mortified and embarrassed to be getting their asses kicked by a she-wolf. She had beads of sweat forming on her forehead; her complexion was practically glowing. The rays of the moon were dancing off her fair skin and her dark hair was plastered with sweat, around her reddened features. I had already called for some of my gammas to arrest these assholes; I was just waiting for them to arrive. I noticed a backpack leaning against the wall of the ally. That was the same backpack they shoved the necklace from the jewelry store into. Sheryl still hadn’t noticed me as I went around the scene and grabbed

She got up and refilled her coffee and stood at the counter with her back to him for a moment, and he gave her that — the small privacy of it, the thirty seconds she needed to decide what face to put on. When she turned back around, she looked like Dani again. Steady. Clear-eyed. Already calculating how to be useful. "You need bags," she said. "I have the duffel —" "You have one duffel and a backpack that has a hole in the strap. You cannot move into someone's penthouse with a backpack that has a hole in the strap." She opened the cupboard under the sink and produced a hard-sided case that she'd had since college, navy blue, slightly battered on one corner. She put it on the table. "Take thi

"I'm going out to let Scott know that the guy is back. Somehow, they missed each other, so…" She glanced out the window and pasted on a cheery smile. "So, I'll just go get him, and then we'll both be right back. Be sweet for Uncle Blake." Blake met her at the dining room door, a small black backpack in his hand. "We pieced together a little emergency stash. Plus, I put in a GPS. I'll help you get the snowmobile to the lake." He shrugged into his coat before she could protest.