Full Marks Novels & Stories

Before I could finish, Joshua cut me off sharply. "Enough. I don't want to hear your excuses." His eyes were cold, filled with disapproval. "As the Luna of this pack, you're supposed to be kind and gentle. If you keep acting like this, I'll postpone our marking ceremony indefinitely!"

Grey looked at the sugar maple, at the rifle he couldn’t see, at the woman who had taught him how to build dreams and how to burn them. Then he looked at Lisa—eyes bright with fury, chin lifted like a parapet. He took the notebook from her hand, ripped it down the spine. Pages tore like old bandages. He dropped the pieces, pulled a lighter from his pocket, burned the bundle on the wet gravel until only smudges of charcoal remained. Wind carried the ash across the yard like grey snow. He turned to the SUV, raised both middle fingers, shouted: “Not for sale.” Engine roared, but instead of charging the vehicle reversed, tyres spitting stones, disappearing around the bend.

Priceless. ***

Sage Hall, full mark. "Aaron Von Heimer, full marks. "Jerome Yahn, full marks. "Juno Bryd, full marks. "Polaris Ryan, full marks. "Zack Charlton, full marks. "Remy Johnston, full marks."

With Mark I had broken all my ideals of a relationship. He had wild sex anywhere, stolen fiery, wet and orgasmic kisses. A single brush of his lips with mine and I was already all soaked and trembling, ready for action; His caress told me a lot and they were not caresses given only for sex, no, that was the worst of all, his hands comforted me completely and with just that gesture, he made understand that everything would be fine.