Novels by sgm_23

5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1. "Now you can kiss the bride!" Despite all the noises from the New Year's party, all the noise is surprisingly muffled and distant, as if you hear it underwater. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Baker" he says smiling at me happily, her voice comes down from her and just for me. "Happy New Year," I say in a low voice back, returning the smile. And so we both kiss for the first time as husband and wife. When Travis and I finally break up and face people once again everyone is still yelling and clapping at us, even the ones who disapproved of our relationship at first. Yes, we have come a long way since this year, no… last year. Last year, Travis's kiss was a huge surprise to everyone, including me, so it is only appropriate to celebrate this New Year, our first anniversary, with another surprise ... a wedding. A week ago... After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and

In winter, the town becomes a place where the branches of the trees were thrown all over the streets due to the snow. Our town looks like a small fortress covered and hidden by snow but… How else could we obtain our lush vegetation if not for the large amounts of water we receive during the spring rains and winter snow? And now that all the Christmas presents have been opened, it's not surprising to see most of the villagers sledding or building snowmen or snowballs, and generally just enjoying what little is left of this day. of Christmas. However, Travis and I deviated from the larger crowds, opting to stay in the quiet Training Ground 3. Training ground 3 is also completely transformed in winter, it has been changed from a thick and herbaceous field to a barren one surrounded by the aforementioned leafless trees, its skeleton trunks and branches are now gray instead of its color. normal earthy brown. The training ground looks like a Christmas card with its virgin

I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers

In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc

Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy

Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla

-Please!-Not.-Please!.-Not.-Come on mom. Please.-I have said no.-You're boring.-YesSamantha frowns at the two dwarfs who shoot her hateful glances.-I do not care. You can look at me however you want.-Papa would let us go.-Yes.-Well, it's too bad that dad isn't there -announces she looking out the window with concern.-It's just a little snow- says her eldest five-year-old son, pulling her out of the window. She is not going to happen anything. Stop worrying and let us come out and play.Sam looks at him annoyed. The damn brat could read her like an open book, just like her father.-Now he is falling very hard. In a little while, when it stops snowing.-When it stops snowing the snow will disappear! The boy growls.-Bored- the girl shouts again.-Yes. A horrible and hateful boring –Sam answers, taking the little over a two-year-old girl in he

9 hours and she still hadn't finished her work. Sam sighed cleaning her desk as she looked at the clock on the opposite wall. She was trapped in the room. Why did she have to cover for her brother? She frowned and snorted. She now herself she could she be outside with the rest of the people celebrating.What were they celebrating again?- It's quiet tonight, isn't it?- Sandra asked as she opened the door.- I don't know, I'm not even meant to be here right now, but I said I'd cover for it after he did me a favor last night.- What a mistake, why didn't you take any of the other shifts he has?- I couldn't, he doesn't have any convenient shift and so I can't write- she sighed, frowning at the clock again, she should have fun tonight.- Is everyone out tonight?- So it seems- she pouted and dropped the manuscript he was holding.- Do you want a neck massage?- Ple

-Get off you heavy- I pushed his shoulder, but he didn't move his head from the crook of my neck. I was trying to read the laptop screen that I greedily kept covered as much as possible with my hands, which isn't much. -I want to see what blasphemies you are putting on me- He answered and caught my hands in his. I made the feint to fight, but I knew it was impossible, he always got what he wanted, especially if it was from me- Let's see ...- He began to read and I amused myself looking at his gestures. He knew from each of them what he was reading. I knew him too well- You are an exaggeration!- He widened his eyes - That was not what happened. –He protested. He always had a complaint between his lips. -Tell me. Tell me what I have written that is a lie. All that happened and you know it- I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms under my chest, leaning back against my desk chair. My supposedly scary attitude only made him smile in amusement. -Many things are tru

I don't know what I expected to find when I got to that party. Something more hidden, I suppose, but not in my stupidest dreams did I expect a giant hotel with a red carpet to be the hangout for the bad guys in the mob. It was not logical. They were in the crosshairs of the police. If something was clear to him, it was that they liked to live on the edge, letting themselves be seen but being untouchable by nothing or anyone. It was part of the adrenaline of work, the one that seemed to like so much to all the men of that world. I got out of that overly ostentatious limo on Derek's arm. There was nothing that disgusted me more at the time. I'd rather have dated Kyle, but unfortunately, he wasn't my date tonight. I wish it had been. He had to be content with watching our backs as we walked towards the entrance. Although I had to keep a bright smile, I could barely force myself to stretch the muscles around my lips. That gesture bothered me. It was a fucking lie. He couldn't pr

I yawned and tried to get out of my room without making a noise. Kyle had expressly asked me to go to the gym without anyone noticing. Derek had something planned for both of them and no one could find out. I figured Johnny was one of the reasons. He was a little more protective of me lately. We had started to be "something". None of them had raised the subject for conversation, but we knew that we had started some kind of relationship, the problem was that it was not clear what he wanted. I changed into my black leggings and a long gray sweatshirt. He didn't know why it was so cold in the Den at night. They used to keep my room at a more or less stable temperature, but it was going out into the hall and feeling the cold digging like knives into your skin. It seemed that he had reached the Arctic Circle. I looked to the right and left. I saw no one. Maybe they were, but the lack of light didn't help me to see if someone was following my steps. My march was light and fast. He

-Take a deep breath and speak like a normal human being, Sam- He instructed me from his bed, without removing the brown book he always read. It had to be the never-ending story because I'd swear I never changed books.-Derek follows me. They have me under surveillance. –I whispered in case the aforementioned was in the vicinity listening. I couldn't risk him finding out that I knew.-Derek? I don't believe it- He didn't even deign to look at me.And the worst thing was that I considered him my best friend in the hole he was in.–Well, don't believe me. I am telling you the truth- I crossed my arms angrily. Why was it so hard to believe me? He wasn't going to lie to her about something like that. It would not benefit me to invent it. I was being an unbeliever.-So, according to you, Derek wants to kill you and that's why he follows you everywhere, to catch you when you least expect them and annihilate you. That would mean that you are hi

Eight years more later.Last day of the year. LAILAH.I pick up the last glass and place it on the table. You are now ready to receive your guests.I have placed red napkins and gold cutlery, to match the new china I bought the other day so that I can release it today. In the middle there are candles and some vases with flowers, it is beautiful. Like the rest of our house. There are thousands of little yellow lights and a huge Christmas tree, I would say it almost touches the ceiling, but that is impossible. Our house has soaring ceilings. It is decorated with red and gold ornaments, and in the garden, there is a huge Santa Claus with reindeer. We finally live in a quality neighborhood, so I am not afraid that it will be robbed. Also, the neighbors are great, a couple of months ago, as soon as we moved in, the first thing they did was welcome us with a cake.&nb

LAILAH.I look at my hands nervously and go back to looking at myself in the mirror.It's been just a year since Alison died. Yes, today is the day of the prom, the first day I saw Azael and the last day I saw my best friend.I don't even know how to feel, but I can't help but look back at the past.A year ago everything was completely different. I had just lost the person I loved the most in the world and I didn't even know who I was. I just wanted revenge. Take revenge and do him justice, and boy did it not work out for me, because I ended up falling in love with the last person I thought I could do it with. Azael Volkov. The culprit in the whole thing.I only remember hating him before I

Lailah's face seems to change radically when Kya speaks on the other end of the line. I don't know what the fuck he said, but it seems to be serious. It takes a few seconds before answering.- What ... what are you saying, Kya?Gigi and I looked at each other strangely. Jason tries to hear what Kya is saying.-Where are you?- Lailah asks. Silence.- Okay, don't move, let's go right away- she murmurs before hanging up.-What's going on?- Gigi asks, intrigued.- Scott is alive.Hearing those words I can't help but take a deep breath to calm myself. Kya has been missing for almost a week. We don't know where the hell she's been, or with whom, or if she's drunk or high. We can't believe it like nothing happened, because I'm not getting my hopes up about that shit. We're talking about fucking Scott.-We have to go to the Middleton hospital- Lailah says to me with hope in her eyes.-Lailah. He may be delusional... Scott wa

-I know the answer, but I'll ask you one last time, are you sure about this, Lailah?- Jim asks me putting a hand on my shoulder.-Yes. -I say lengthening the vowel with some fatigue.- I'll try harder in the university next year, I promise you, but I don't want to have to live this last year again, and less without my best friends -sigh.This year has been the most intense and hardest year of my entire life, and honestly, I can't wait to turn the page. I want to start over and overcome everything that has happened.-Well OK. I'll pick up your mother from therapy at 7:30 and we'll be there at 8:00.Jason's car whistle sounds from outside my house, signaling that he has arrived.-Okay, I'm going. I love you! -I say goodbye to him walking towards the door.-Me too! You look gorgeous! -I hear him say before closing it behind my back. I smile at his answer.He is my real father, even if he doesn't have my blood

Day of the attack.AZAELThe city is empty. There are some other cars, but nothing that we cannot control.I did not count on this, neither I nor anyone else, so this part of the city is not clear enough that someone does not call the police at the slightest mishap. So yeah, it's a relief that it's four in the morning on a Monday because otherwise we'd be pretty screwed up.We park on the corner of the street so that the van is not seen and they know we are here, and we all start walking towards the building.Lailah takes my hand and laces her fingers with mine, she's shaking. I squeeze him so he knows I'm here, and that I'm not going to let anything happen to him.Phill stops us.-There's nothing planned Tron, what are we supposed to do?-Survive and keep Lailah alive. -Then I lower my voice a bit.- If you can do it with Scott and Kya too, all the better. I know they are prep

Day of the attack.Lailah.Everyone is ready, at their posts, waiting for Azael to give the signal.Lie. Not everyone. Because I certainly am not prepared at all. I thought it would be a lot easier than it seems to me now. I don't like this plan at all.There are people on the team who are so high up that I can barely see them. Down here there are only a few, who will cover our backs. I look at their faces. I know that some will die. I wouldn't want it to happen, because I know they have a life outside of this, and some will have families. Just like mine, which is also in danger.Azael seems to notice my nervousness, because he grabs my hand and nods at me, reassuring me. We both go with bulletproof vests, submachine guns, spare pistols, and included microphones to communicate. I look at the rest of the team. Even Scott seems serious. Normal. He is the next to climb.-Are you ok