All Chapters of Sex With A Beast Series: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

#Chapter121I turned into the parking lot of the bar just outside of town. Slowing down as my tires ran over the heavy gravel that made up the lot right before I came to a complete stop.Zeiden, who I told many times I did not need his help, opened up the passenger door right before he stepped out."White Diamond." I heard Zeiden speak; his stare drawn to the flashing ran down sign of the pub. "You smell that?"Zeiden questioned; his attention solely on the second uninvited party. Aaron."What?" He looked confused."Liquor, bad food and bad decisions." He inhaled the musky scent that came from the establishment. We all knew the track record of the White Diamond pub. It was no luxurious place of course.There were overly priced beverages, flavorless foods, and many friendly men and women who would pick your pocket in a blink of an eye. Physical altercations were regular. The night ending on a drama free night was unheard of.It was a place I forbid my more unta

#Chapter123What did you tell them?""Nothing important." I informed Zeiden, confirming our secret."Did you text them?" Zeiden slipped on his shirt."I told them I had some information. They are on their way.""Ok." Zeiden nodded."What am I doing?" I asked doubtfully as I stared out over the back patio."Something stupid." Zeiden leaped down off the patio. "As usual."He took off running. With little effort and a racing mind, I followed him out and into the trees to set up...I had others surround the barriers, spreading out to capture a much larger area of ground. Zeiden remand with me, even when I disapproved of it. I thought his skill; his assets would be needed elsewhere however he thought being by my side would be much more necessary. I sat on a low branch of the sturdiest tree deep inside of the densest part of the woods. With one leg hanging low and the other propped up on the jagged branch, I watched as Zeiden made himself comfortable at the r

#Chapter125There was complete and utter silence.Everyone's verbal reaction was substituted with bewildered faces and wide rounded eyes. The conversation had taken a turn most did not expect; a conversation that began to reveal something a little more shocking.Christopher Ross.We have all come to terms with the name.The name was originally attached to a man who was long gone. Or supposedly long gone. A man who was supposed to be buried in a cemetery located over one hundred miles away from here.He was supposed to be dead!Christopher, with bright blue discolored eyes, turned to acknowledge the many faces who found his presence a surprise before he settled on my face alone."I'm sure you have many questions.""I do." I answered. "However I'm not the only person you need to answer to." With a slow nod of his head, he spoke."My wife. My daughter." He realized before he looked away; his eyes unfocused as he began to think of the ones he had left behind

#Chapter127Jason _I was proof.I was living proof that walking, breathing, living in a nightmare was possible. I have seen every restless moment. I have heard every strange tale. I have seen the dead walk. It was true. I seemed to be in the middle of an inescapable nightmare. A nightmare I could not defeat. “Alpha.” He knew he had my attention, even with my eyes still focused on the metal that was left on the wrecked Sedan. “We blocked off the main road.” He pointed. “North bound and south bound. We created a detour and have someone at each point just in case someone does not abide by the signs.”“Good.” “What next?” Someone asked me. Next? I asked myself the same question almost every day. What do I do next?He waited; watching me for his next orders however I did not any to give. I was lost in another nightmare. Forced to play another game I was not sure I was ready to fight. Another fight I did not want to lead. Other

#Chapter129Aniyah__I would have thought it was reality.It almost felt and appeared to be real. It was as if I was living in the moment; living in clear time before I knew what existed beyond the structured walls that separated real from fantasy.But then again, if it was real, how would I be able to look myself in eyes? How would I be able to watch myself move about right in front of me?It was like looking through a one way mirror. Watching as they moved about; unaware of me as I watched them. As I watched myself.One would call it a flashback. It was as if something placed me in a specific time; a time where everything seemed almost perfect.We were living in our old home in the city of Philadelphia. A city where everything started for us before everything began to change.It was an early Saturday morning. My mother, so prone to waking up for work, was already in the kitchen preparing a meal I was sure everyone could smell from their bedrooms.She was humm