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Chapter 320: A Friend in Need
Shy, I need a place to stay. – Gertie
Like most of their friends, Shiloh did not like Gertie's boyfriend, Mitchell. He wasn’t like them. Sure, he tried. He had the dark clothes, kind of.It wasn’t like there was a dress code. But with his slacks, loafers and polo or Oxford shirts, he just did not fit in.Most of the girls dressed like Shiloh in a psychobilly or gothabilly style. Or just straight up goth and punk. The guys were all similarly dressed. Almost all of them wore dark eye makeup, guys included.But not Mitchell.He was, in the words of Shade, a wannabe. He wannabe liked. He wannabe popular. He wannabe something he’s not.They got them every so often. Someone trying something new. Usually, they know pretty quickly if this is where they fit. There were also the partners and friends who didn’t live the goth style. And some that they called the weekenders.Mitchell didn’t fit into any of those categories either.He didn’t like the music. ThRelated chapters
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 321: Cookies
I think it’s a great idea. Put the old bitty in her place. – Mia Mrs. Henderson-Brown was back home after her stay in the hospital. Pagan knew this because her son was standing on the front porch. His hair was dark blonde, and he was a few inches shorter than Pagan. The man had the same sour look and pursed lips as his mother. And his brown suit was also just as immaculate as her blue one had been.With a groan, Pagan opened the front door and stepped into the doorway. Pasting on his troublesome client smile, he greeted the man who. “Can I help you?”“I’m Edward Henderson-Brown the fifth.” The man said with self-importance as he held out some papers to Pagan. “Margaret Henderson-Brown is my mother.”“I’m Pagan.” He replied with a smirk, ignoring the papers. “The first.”Edward the fifth was not impressed.“This occurred on your property.” The man slapped the papers into Pagan’s chest. He looked down and watched them flutter to the ground before propping himself against the door fram
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 322: Finishing Touches
No, mother. I opened the stores hoping to lose money. – Shiloh Shiloh had lunch with her family on Sunday and was still recovering on Thursday. Her grandfather and cousin were supportive of her decision. The family business was a hard one, and not everyone was cut out for it. Shiloh was not. Despite her mother and current stepfather’s wishes and plans.“Shy?” Gertie called out as she entered Dark Moon carrying the day’s mail. “There’s a letter here from Elizabeth Giordano.”“She’s my … mother. Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose our parents.” Shiloh replied as she finished stocking the baby section. Several of her friends had babies and complained about the pastel baby crap, their words, not hers. When she came across a small business that specialized in goth baby items she reached out. Along with black onesies that declared “Not smiling, it’s just gas.” there were also bottles with the poison label and Deadly Nightshade. Spider and skull rattles and teethers.
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 323: Nightingale
Cookie, I want to go. Please. With whipped cream and a blow job on top. – Karan The girls were at Molly’s house for a sleepover for one of his daughters. Pagan wasn’t even sure which daughter it was. Molly had five wives, he called them his pretties, and probably a dozen daughters, his little pretties, and a son. And the man adored every one of them.Since his girls were out of the house, Cookie and Karan had talked him into going to a club with them. He did not even know that this place existed. Nor was it any place he would have normally gone by himself. Nightingale was in the warehouse district of Ridgeview, backed up to the river. A little less than a mile down the road was Sticks’ custom furniture store across the river in Monroe. Shaking his head, Pagan decided that he was too old to be hanging out at a bar. Instead of checking out the scantily clad women, like Cookie and Karan were, he was thinking about how far he was from the shop.Turning from the metal r
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 324: Spaghetti Western
Wrong movie, but do you feel lucky? – ShilohPagan stood on the porch waiting for Shiloh to park and walk across the street. He was as nervous as a high school kid on a first date. Yeah, sure, she was coming over just to watch a movie. Uh-huh. Yeah, right. They both knew what was going on. As confirmation of this, they were kissing as soon as Shiloh stepped up on the porch. Going through the door, Pagan closed it and pushed her up against it. She was shoving his cut off as he cupped her tits through the dress.“Are your nipples pierced?” He asked rubbing his thumbs over the hard ridges he could feel. “Yes.” She breathed out pulling his shirt out of his jeans. Grabbing the material between his shoulders, he yanked it off and dropped it on the floor. “Fuck. Anything else pierced?”“Yes.” She whispered gently tugging on the silver barbell in his nipples. “You?”“Hell yeah.” He grinned at her. “Too many damned clothes.”Reaching behind her, s
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 325: Morning
Pagan, Ashlyn isn’t feeling good. We’re bringing the girls home early. – text from BecksThe girls that had come over for Fatima’s birthday had stayed up late watching movies. Becks and the other pretties took shifts staying up with the girls and making sure that they weren’t in too much trouble. Priscilla hung out in her room with Camille until the younger girls had convinced them to come down for a few rounds of pool.Throughout the night there had been plenty to eat. Probably too much for them to eat. Especially for little girls whose dad does not keep many sweets or junk food in the house. People always assumed that with a single dad, the kids ate pizza, corn dogs and macaroni. But Becks new that Pagan insisted on full meals at the dining table complete with formal settings.Becks was not surprised that she had woken up and found one of the girls with an upset stomach. She had expected it to be her niece, Morgan, but she was still asleep on the floor of the media ro
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 326: Grand Opening
At the end of today, I’m having a big glass of wine. You go have a big glass of single dad. – GertieAs everyone set up their displays and wares, Shiloh worried that everything would go wrong. She already knew of at least one church that would be protesting. Ciara, the proprietor of the Wiccan bookstore, had assured her that they protested everything. “If they protest your store, you’re doing it right.” Ciara grinned. “You should come see my Banned Book section.”With that encouragement, Shiloh decided that she had made the right decision. The idea of the Saturday market was to give a place for those in the alternative world a place to gather. Shiloh knew for a fact that they were out there.There were the Billie’s, such as herself. Rockabilly. Psychobilly. Gothabilly. Depending on her mood depended on which one she identified herself as. Gertie was more of a vintage goth girl. She liked the Victorian style. However, since her hair cut, she had taken to the fla
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 327: Dinner
Miss Shiloh is so cool. Can she be our new mom? – AlyssaBeing a single dad for eight years made Pagan very good at domestic chores. Granted, he loved cooking. His mother bought him cookbooks and cleaning manuals for Christmas and birthdays. If there was a meal or a mess, he could take care of it.Except for his ex.That was a mess that no amount of bleach could make go away. And the fact that his seven-year-old would rather have a stranger over her own mom, said a lot.Their divorce had to be postponed until Amber had the baby. Then there was the DNA test to determine paternity. Even if Alyssa had not been his, he would have fought for her. The moment the nurse placed the tiny newborn in his arms, he was in love. That precious, precocious little girl was helping her older sister to set the table. Watching them as he finished the broccoli and rice, he could only smile. He never would have imagined that he would be a single dad living in a large Victorian house p
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 328: Talk
Love won’t hurt. And it will never ask you to lie to your dad. – Nessie“Daddy says that you like the spaghetti westerns.” Ashlyn said as she took her plate to the kitchen sink.“I do.” Shiloh smiled at the girls. “My grandfather’s family comes from Italy, and he got me into them.”“Is that why they’re called spaghetti westerns?” Alyssa asked. “Because they were made in Italy.”“Not exactly.” Shiloh laughed. “The directors and production company were Italian, but they were mainly filmed in Spain.”“That’s confusing.” Ashlyn complained.“It is.” The woman agreed with a smile.Pagan loved the way that she talked to them. She was not talking to them like they were babies or stupid. But like they were people. With thoughts and feelings and opinions all their own.“Why don’t you girls go find a movie to watch with Miss Shiloh and I’ll clean the kitchen tonight.” They each grabbed a hand and guided her into the living room.“Which one is your favor
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