“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Jamie,” Miss Lawrence announces.
“I wouldn’t mind being the one to give her a tour around the school, maybe show her the locker room,” Hunter chuckles.
“Shut up, asshole,” I grumble and go back to what I’m doing. That is until a shadow moves over me.
“Hi, umm, do you mind if I sit next to you?” the sweetest voice I’d ever heard asks.
“Sure,” I answer her without looking.
“Thanks,” she says and damnit the sound of her voice does something to me. Something I’m not sure how to explain. Well I guess the best way to describe it would be musical. Which brings me to wonder if she sings.
You see Tanner, Hunter, Lex, and I formed a band called Demons Among Us back in middle school. Yeah, might sound somewhat stupid but the name stuck. The name has meaning behind it. The four of us don’t have your usual life. Each of us have demons hovering over us.
Shaking my head to clear it, I don’t need to go there right now. I’ve escaped that part of my life and I won’t go back.
“So, are you always this broody?” Jamie asks, her voice the sound of music to my ears.
Lifting my head, I glance in her direction. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter before going back to try to finish what I was doing. This song isn’t gonna write itself. Normally we all work on the songs together. But I’d woken up this morning and couldn’t get the lyrics out of my head.
“See broody,” giggling she opens up her notebook and begins to listen to Miss Lawrence’s lesson of the day. I’m sure I should be doing the same but it’s whatever. It’s not like when it comes down to the test I won’t pass it. I’m just smart like that I guess you can say.
Soon as class is over, I close my notebook and stand, ready to get to the next class.
“So, Mr. Broody, can you show me to my next class?” Whipping my head around to Jamie as she asks her question.
Tanner and Hunter burst into a fit of laughter at her calling me Mr. Broody. Fuck I’m not gonna live that down.
Glaring at her I take in just how small she is compared to me. At sixteen I’m not some lanky teen and this beautiful girl standing in front of me is the size of a pixie. At her smile I sigh.
Finally, I ask “What class do you have?”
“Umm I’m not sure,” she says, pulling out a piece of paper from her notebook. “Here this is my schedule.”
Taking the paper she’s holding out, my fingers graze hers and holy shit it felt like an electric shock running through me.
Who the hell is this little pixie?
Glancing down at the paper I see that her and I have all the same classes. Well fuck. Guess we better get going.
“Come on Pixie, seems we have the same classes,” I grumble.
“Oh, that’s so cool maybe I can sit by you in all of them. Wouldn’t that be great?” Rolling my eyes at her I don’t respond. I have a feeling this little pixie of a girl will become my undoing. The one who will see through the exterior and bring me harmony.
Fated for Pitch Black
Pitch Black
Darkness is where I live even in the light of day. I don’t care about anyone except those affiliated with my club. My heart was hardened a long time ago, making me good at what I do for my brothers and nothing will ever change that.
There are reasons why I’m so good at what I do, but I refuse to talk about it. Not even when my brothers question me. No one can fix what is broken. She left and isn’t coming back.
That is until fate intervenes, bringing her straight to my doorstep.
The woman who changed me for the worst. She’s the one responsible for gutting me the first time. How the fuck am I supposed to move past this? I have a hard time letting anyone who fucks me over back in, but does she really expect me to let her in passed the threshold?
Can I accept her apology and reasons for her actions, or do I cast her out to the wolves nipping at her heels?
Either way she still has the one thing of mine that will always be hers—my soul.
Tiny’s Hope
Tiny
Life was perfect. I was finally living thanks to Chains. He became my everything as I learned I didn’t have to look over my shoulder constantly. We even started a family with a boy and girl. To me everything was as it should be.
At least that’s what I thought until the past comes to the present.
Can Chains and I overcome these obstacles in front of us?
One that leads us to danger or will he decide I’m not worth it. Only the hope I carry within my soul keeps me from drowning in the heartache that’s in front of me.
Ranger’s Fury
Ranger
Nothing about my life has ever been easy, so it makes total sense the moment I found her would be no different. As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I knew how I’d have the biggest fight on my hands.
Little did I know there’s more to her then I first realized.
People say she’s emotionless, a void, a shell of the person she used to be. However, I don’t agree. I see the raging fire inside of her, desperate to break free.
I wonder what my little fury would do if it all
