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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.Related chapters
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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
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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
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 329: Christina
She’s my social anxiety spider. She gives anxiety to most of society. – ShilohIt was the Sunday before school started and both stores had been slammed for the last three days. For the last several weeks, Shiloh had been having Saturday night dinner with Pagan and his girls. She was exhausted last night and asked if they could postpone. As an extra incentive and forcing both her and Gertie to get out of bed, Shiloh offered to make lunch. With the girls helping, it did not take long for the chicken piccata and sides to be finished. Then they helped Gertie set the table and she showed them how to fold the cloth napkins into bats.“That is so cool!” Alyssa squealed. “You should teach them the flying crane.” Shiloh suggested as she sat the last dish on the table. The second floor was a large open space with occasional support columns. The columns were a black marble look with dark purple trim that matched the other trim on the walls. Large black marble tiles
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 330: First Day
I saw Miss Rye! She has the same lunch as me. Can I take her an apple? Teachers like apples. Why? – Alyssa Pagan loved the way that kid’s minds worked. Ashlyn was going on and on about what the kids were wearing. And how nice her teacher was dressed. Alyssa was going on and on about seeing Miss Rye and her baby Michael. Both of them couldn’t wait to tell Miss Shiloh about the first day. He had told her that he left early to pick them up on the first and last day of school. She said that she always looked forward to eating at her favorite restaurant on school breaks. At first, he thought she meant college. “No.” She shook her head sadly as she explained. “I was not much older than Alyssa when I was sent to the first boarding school. St. Angela Merici School for girls was here in Massachusetts. Nonno or Nonna would take me and drop me off on Monday morning and pick me up Friday afternoon. I stayed with another family during the week.”Pagan could not imagine do
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