Not only was I really busy with christmas, I got sick as well. It wasn't really bad, stomach ache and dizzy. But try writing while dizzy.... It's not that easy lol. The kids are home for two weeks, but it;s raining so we're staying inside for most of the day. So I could write. I usually don't let my characters get really scared. But I wanted Isaac to be nervous. He's senstive and kind. And worried he'll end up like his uncle or granddad. Both Ash and Os lost control in the past.
and as an added bonus. chapter 9 and 10 from Mommy is dating a Billionaire. I've split them up in the story, but I wrote them as one really long chapter. - - - - Cas’ pov “Sorry. Sorry. I mean, you kissed me, and that was wrong. But it’s really bad hitting you. Shit. Sorry. Really!” Ripley said, surprising me. She stared at her hand and then my face, as if she had done it without thinking. Her fingers reached out, and I wondered if she wanted to see if I was okay, but Ripley quickly pulled back. “It’s been a while since someone got a slap or punch in,” I countered, rubbing my cheek. Making sure to make it look like it hurt. But her little slap was nothing compared to some of the violence I endured. I had made myself strong and made sure nobody was able to hurt me. Every day I trained, not just to look good but to make sure I would be able to defend myself against anything. The feeling of helplessness I had felt as a kid was something I never wanted to feel again. “I’m sure I
Asher’s pov “Why the fuck does it have to be you?” “Princess,” I said, pulling Leia close. “I volunteered.” “So unvolunteer. I don’t give a fuck who does it, as long as it's not you.” My beautiful wife said, looking up at me through her tears. “I know you’re worried, princess. But I’ll be fine.” “And if you’re not? It’s too big of a risk. I don’t fucking like it.” Leia explained, sighing, before burying her face in my chest. “Are you worried I’ll turn back into the Iron Alpha?” I asked my mate. “I know who you are, Ash. I know it better than anyone, and you’re not that fucking person anymore. I am not going to continue to judge you based on the worst time of your life. And you shouldn’t judge yourself either. Is this some fucked-up way to pay back for your sins? Because you don’t need to. They all got what was coming.” I kissed the top of Leia’s purple hair. “Leia…. They didn’t all deserve it. Most of those people I killed were soldiers, just doing their jobs. I don’t even reme
Hi! I'm trying to write chapter 112 of Alpha Brax, but need to put everything together. So instead I'll post the two chapters I wrote over the last week for Mommy I'm dating a Billionaire. After that email where my editor suggested some changes, I haven't heard back. I think she's not feeling well, she was sick the last time we spoke. But if Goodnovel doesn't want the story, I might try to publish it elswhere. I like it as is. anyway... here's chapter 10. and 11 I'll post after. - - - - - Ripley’s pov “This wasn’t so bad,” I said as Cas walked me to a cab. Driving wasn’t an option, not after the many drinks we had. I knew alcohol was the only way I would survive tonight’s date, although it had gone much better than I thought it would. He was actually kind of nice… Nope. Don’t go there. It was the amazing restaurant, the dress, and the gifts. It wasn’t Cas that made tonight tolerable. Right? And even if it was, it was probably fake. He was being nice to get me into bed. Yet
and chapter 11. - - - - Ripley’s pov Cas kept his mouth shut, but his eyes revealed everything he was thinking. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to talk, but he focused his attention on Leticia. “I assume everything is fine." “Yes, Mr. Hemming. It's nice to see you again. The girls are sleeping very well.” Leticia replied. “You can go home.” Cas said, speaking like he was her boss. Well, I guess he was. Leticia looked at me, and I nodded my head, “I have bad cramps, so we decided to head back.” “I’ll make you some tea and heat up, -“ Cas stopped her, “I’m sure we can manage. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay for the whole night.” “Cas!” I scolded the huge man in my tiny apartment. God, why did I even invite him? "Thanks, Leticia, for everything. But I will be fine. The first days are always the worst.” Leticia nodded, "feel better." She gave me a kind smile and headed to the door. “Good night, Mr. Hemming and Ripley.” Tomorrow would be my day off from work and from Cas. I w
Isaac’s pov Killing was a lot easier than I thought, and it would scare me if I wasn’t too busy protecting the Winter Bone pack, my pack, from getting taken over. ‘This is necessary,’ Linus reminded me. But seeing the bodies of dead men and women around me did nothing to convince me. It was hard to differentiate who was from my pack or who was the enemy. But there was no time to think about all those who had died, not when there were still people attacking us from every side. Things were slowing down, but they weren’t over. ‘Some of them are leaving. My son pulled through.’ Grandpa said through the link to every soldier and person fighting. We saw a bunch of wolves and soldiers walk back, only to be attacked by their former allies. ‘Do we help them, beta Isaac?’ A soldier near me mindlinked me, unsure of what to do. These were the same people that had just tried to kill us. Not tried; they had actually killed some of our men, and now we were supposed to help them? I could unde
Argo’s pov War fucking sucks. I love to fight. I’ve always loved fighting, but fuck, this was different. To see many people I work with daily, soldiers that I trained, get killed is the fucking worst. Mila and I got hurt, but nothing major. Just some scratches and broken bones. Those will heal. But my soldiers—our soldiers—lost their lives. Their family will be forever changed, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to fix it. Brax and Airk could feel every death, and I can’t even fucking imagine the loss they’re going through now. And for what?! ‘You need to stop being so mad,’ Mila said, feeling my anger through our bond. ‘Your family needs you.’ After we had killed most of the enemy soldiers, they retreated. Or maybe it was after Beta Jackass dropped a fucking bomb. We were in constant contact with the other packs. Uncle Ari had stayed behind to fight with Eli and Hazel, who were the Alpha and Luna of the pack now. I am not going to call the fucker Alpha Eli, though. And Aunt
Airk’s pov “This is your fault!” Uncle Ari growled at me, Emmy, and Storm. I wasn’t sure which one of us he meant, but I knew he was speaking out of grief. Emmy bowed her head, which made me want to tell her to keep it up. She had been doing so well, despite her mate being in the hospital. Her father was dead, and that must have been hard for her too, even though he had been a terrible father from what I had heard. Uncle Ari continued, “It was your mate, Airk! Your mate, that crazy psychopath. When he died, everything went to shit.” He turned his attention to Storm, “and you! You could have fought for your pack. You’re here now, but where were you when my mate was dying?! This pack is supposed to be yours, isn’t it?” Before Storm could say anything, Uncle Ari turned to Emmy. “And your parents. My goddess. Your own parents attacked us! You’re a coward like them. My mate was out there fighting for your pack, and you’re standing here without a scratch. Did you even fight? You’re supp
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker