Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

Seemed like alcohol and asses were going to be my comfort all night. Fvcking Xayden Asshole Adler. Now you wait and watch.

"But that was only because he stood in the way! He was an obstacle between us, nothing more!" His grip tightened even more, fingers pressing into the vulnerable hollow of my throat with deliberate precision. A choked whimper escaped me as my legs kicked uselessly against the wardrobe, my heels drumming a pathetic, frantic rhythm against the wood. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. "But he's dead now, Ash!" The words came out in a desperate, high-pitched wail that didn't even sound like my own voice, it was the voice of someone unraveling, someone losing their grip on sanity. "He's gone! I can't hate a ghost! I can't hate him forever!"

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past three days. When night comes, all I do is toss and turn in my bed. The few times I’ve been able to sleep, my dreams are filled with images of Henry the guard-wolf, looking at me with sad eyes while blood pours from the hole in his stomach. Other times, it is Evan’s son lying on the ground, his eyes open, looking at me while vultures feast on him. Some days, I see Asher running towards me but he is caught and killed by Ramsey, the same way he killed Henry, and I wake up in my bed soaked with sweat, like someone emptied a bucket of water while I was sleeping.

My excitement and hunger vanished as soon as I watched Aeson, Ras, Lane and Cace on their horses, all carrying heavy beasts from the forest. I rushed into their arms caring less about the blood on their shirt and the unpleasant smell of dried blood. “You’ll be needing a bath after this”

Hyacinth watched me with a look of horror. "What?" She shivered as she said, "You're one scary ass bitch." "And you're my friend." I pointed out, reaching for another slice. "Haven't you heard? The friend of a scary ass bitch is also a scary ass bitch." I ceased the last piece and tossed the carton away. "Pass that." I said pointing at the next carton. "Sometimes I wonder how you're not obese." "I'm not?" I tilted my head in mock surprise. "I guess that's cos my titties and my ass are hording all the extra calories."

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

“Sir, I can't see how what you have is not a danger to what I have.” “Son, send your dumb ass friend to go fetch your shit cause if you don't have, then there is just one asshole between you three that is a problem.” “Must I go A?” “Just fucking go, Matson; if you are going to play, mine is bigger than yours now." “Then this leads to my next question. What the fuck is pest-control? What do you three shit heads occupy yourselves with?"

Pausing only at the sound of a voice booming through the woodland. "Call him again!" A second male screamed as we caught up to him, Ava's teeth sinking into his neck and tearing straight through bone and muscle, his body slumping to the floor just as she spat his head across the field, watching with fascination as it rolled the feet of a third male. "Seriously! Stop fucking killing everyone!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "They mentioned the Azure bastards. I need to know what they are doing here!" I spewed, watching her slowly advance to her next target.

Havoc I'm draggin' ass on this hot night. We were prepared for moonshine to move tonight, thanks to the tip from Leighton and some other intel we picked up. Spoiler alert, it didn't. Instead we sat in the woods, sweating our balls off. Nothing happened and the heat zapped us all. I hate when a plan doesn't come together, and it's not very often that mine don't. Failure for me is a hard pill to swallow.

he yelled in shock. "Did she just?" Gunner asked himself while the wolves behind laughed. "No talking, action Master!" Rune yelled with a hint of jest. "That brat!" He mused and sped off. "I'm going to miss wet forest scent," Garry said unconsciously. Madam Dera and Chase exchanged glances and chorused "Wet forest scent?" 'Damn!' He thought, he smiled nervously as they curiously stared at him. Did he just say that out loud?