Westside Stories Novels & Stories

The people of the central district used to wear a necklace of sapphire on which they drew the sign of peace with silver. The people of western district used to carry a golden pocket watch on which they wrote about a legend of Ard's creation. The legend is, "The water has a big role in creation but fire is the one who gives the shape to this world." Thus, that golden pocket watch can tell you the person is actually western.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

So I leaned closer, the silk of my robe brushing against his arm, my voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Tell me about this 'Queen of the West,'" I said softly, watching the subtle shift in his expression—the flicker of surprise he tried to mask. I leaned back, feigning nonchalance as I swirled my drink. "I overheard you and Felix earlier," I added with a casual shrug. "I know, I'm a bit nosy, and gossip has always been my weakness... but come on, what's the real story behind her?"

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

I close my eyes for just a minute. “Scarlet,” Weston whispers. “Scarlet.” My eyes flutter open, and I realize I’ve fallen to the side, drifting to sleep. Wes is looking down at me, his face dangerously close to mine. “You’re falling asleep,” he says with a chuckle. “Go to bed.” “No way.” I stretch out, moving closer to him. “We’re too far in to give up now. I don’t take you to be a quitter.” Wes laughs again. “I’m not, though I never looked at turning off the TV because it’s now almost four AM as quitting.”

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

and the studio erupted in applause. I rolled onto my back, legs still spread, cum still leaking, and grinned at the ceiling. Jax dropped beside me, chest heaving, hand lazily stroking my thigh. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “That was… that was p**n.” I laughed, low and satisfied. “Welcome to the big leagues, baby. But we’re not done. After lunch…” I traced a finger through the cum still dripping from me and brought it to my lips, sucking it clean while the crew watched, “we’re doing the bonus scene. And this time? I’m bringing out the restraints.”

For the first time all night, Dodge tore his eyes away from Cassidy and out the cracked window; if the man's name she was looking for started with a ‘W’ then they weren’t looking for the same man. “Weston.” Cassidy confirmed. “His name is Weston Deacon, comes from out South, and has a way of touchin’ things that ain’t his.” Ruby scoffed. “No shit, the bastard touched these babies.” Ruby palmed her dark violet covered large breasts. “And Weston sounds about right, but he had two others… A woman and a man-” “The man.” Cassidy interrupted Ruby harshly, thinking nothing of it as her own hands grew cold. “What did he look like?”