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King Donkey Dong: Chosen Book 16
Chapter One
Marshall
Wow. My own brother. Shouldn't really be such a surprise. The guy had been out to get me since my mother gave me a Nintendo DS for Christmas when I was thirteen years old and he'd gotten Heelys because she thought he already spent too much time locked away in his room at fifteen.
To be fair, fifteen was really probably too old for shoes with a wheel built into the back. The worst part had been that, in all her infinite wisdom, she'd thrown all his other shoes out. He'd literally had those shoes and his wresting shoes until she'd finally broken down and bought him some more six months later.
I'm pretty sure after that, he'd resented everything about me.
Not really fair since he'd played with my Nintendo DS way more than I did.
Or maybe it had nothing to do with the gift from ten years ago. Maybe it was the fact that my brother was an innately selfish asshole who could very well be a sociopath and always had been for as long as I could remember. All I knew was I was sitting in the basement of his best friend Stephen while he they argued about whose responsibility it was to keep the number for that Oscar guy from the last time.
"Oscar's dead," I mumbled, staring blankly at the odd collection of garden gnomes littering the shelves of this twenty-five-years-old-but-still-living-at-home's basement.
"Shit!" Stephen said, slapping my brother in the chest. "He wasn't supposed to wake up, Jake! Now what are we going to do. If he ever gets away again, he'll rat us out."
"I put enough of that shit in his coffee to keep him out for a while," my brother whined.
"I didn't drink all my coffee because it tasted like shit." I locked my eyes on my brother, giving him a dry look. "Probably because someone poisoned it."
"Please, I spiked it at the most."
"So, you talked directly to Oscar last time, huh?"
The knot behind my back was easy enough to get my hands free of. My brother definitely hadn't been a boy scout. But now I had to find a way to get past these two.
Oddly, there was almost no nerves. I'd already lived through this shit once. And I'd witnessed a lot while living at the leap. There honestly wasn't much anymore that could phase me.
"You know Oscar?" Stephen asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I knew of him," I said with a sarcastic smile. "I also watched his body get gurnied out." Making eye contact with my brother, I blinked innocently. "What was left of it anyway."
"Whatever," Jake scoffed turning to Stephen. "He's full of shit. Keep looking through your phone."
"It's not here, man," my brother's friend answered. "I deleted it after the last time because I didn't want to get caught with that number in my phone just in case everything went ass up."
Suddenly the basement door opened and cute little blond head popped around the edge.
"What the fuck?" Stephen growled. "How the hell did you get in my house?"
"Sorry to bother you, sir," Carter said, making eye contact with me for a brief second. "Did you know your front door is about to be busted right off its hinges?"
Standing slowly, I walked over to the shelf of Gnomeville, selecting a lady with a rather plump rear-end covered in a purple skirt and a stout looking male who looked to be holding a large stone and walked up behind the two idiots engaging my friend and not paying a bit of attention to me.
"What do you mean my front door is busted off of its hinges?" Stephen asked, still watching the little blonde.
"Well, it isn't yet," Carter said, rolling his eyes as I raised the two gnomes over my head. "But it will be as soon as––"
Swinging down with both pieces as hard as I could, I slammed them against the thick skulls of the two men. They collapsed immediately and the two gnomes skidded across the floor, completely unharmed.
"Damn, Marshall," Carter said, picking up the lady gnome and throwing it against the concrete floor.
Again, the thing was completely intact.
Hmm, sturdy little bastards.
"Do you think I killed them?" I asked, bending over my brother and squinting my eyes to see if he was breathing.
"Nah." Carter shrugged, once again picking up the girl gnome and holding it out to me. "Here, try again."
I wasn't completely sure if he meant try again to kill my brother or break the garden décor. Honestly it could go either way with him.
"How did you find me?" I asked, taking the figurine and tucking it under my arm.
"Quinn."
Frowning, I scanned my brain for the name, coming up empty. "Who's Quinn?"
Carter smirked, meeting my eyes with his cold, blue ones. "Funny story."
For reasons unbeknown to me, I absolutely adored Carter. Even though I was pretty sure the only person in the whole world he even liked was his mate. I'd seen the man threaten more than one life for even looking in Harley's direction without respect. And something about the way he looked at those he was threatening, told me there was nothing idle about them.
"Damn it, little shit!" Harley roared just before the basement door was ripped from its hinges.
Carter raised his eyebrows, reaching out a foot to kick at Stephen's––hopefully not lifeless––body. "Sorry. I meant your basement door. Slight miscalculation."
Stephen didn't respond.
Harley clomped down the steps, looking angry as hell until he was standing directly in front of Carter. When all the blonde did was blink slowly, Harley sighed. "Fine, let's go."
I tried to hide a smile, looking away.
I heard the stairs creek and I looked up and…
Holy…I don't know. Holy something. I can't brain right now.
"Hi, Marshall," the gorgeous man with chocolate-brown hair, light-brown eyes, a broad, strong brow, and square jaw said, a smile kicking up the side of his wide-set mouth.
And I said…
I said nothing. I said abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
I did however, hold out the female gnome to him and grunt.
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Possessing Ragyn: Terra Mortis Book 5
Chapter One
Ragyn
I wanted to enjoy the feel of the sun sinking into my skin, for once able to enjoy it since I wasn't in a hurry to get back to my father's realm. But every noise had me flinching, my eyes popping open as I looked around.
I'd never had the freedom to sit on a dock in the sun before. Any time I was ever allowed on earth, it had been with my father's permission and always carried a time allotment.
The sun was something I'd dreamed about. Something I'd always only been allowed bits and pieces of and I wished I could just sit back and enjoy it.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get over the feeling I was being watched. It had been a fairly constant feeling over the past three weeks, but I'd thought it might be one of Grey's men, checking to make sure I wasn't going to kill their master.
As it turned out, Grey and I didn't always see eye to eye and I'd stormed off in a fit of anger more than once.
But when the wedding party had left the castle, including Grey and his men. The feeling hadn't gone away. I'd began to suspect my father was having me followed in an attempt to make sure I wasn't trying something, and the feeling that dear-old-dad was up to something only got more intense now that he'd gone and…
"You came!"
I jumped at Karney's voice, letting out a noise I refused to classify as a scream. Maybe a big manly bellow. But not a scream.
Grabbing my heart, I sat up, sending my brother a mock glare. I swear if I didn't love him so much, I'd kill him. "That still okay?"
"Definitely," he said more softly, back to the normal cadence of his voice. "I was just surprised to see you."
Karney didn't know, and I didn't know if I'd ever have the courage to tell him, but he was more than just a brother to me. He was my everything.
Before Karney had come to our father's realm, I'd been completely alone in my life. I had other, older siblings, but they were every bit as cold and heartless as our father, so they had little to no patience to deal with a tiny child.
Verna, a sweet old minion with a heart of gold had raised me until I was thirteen, but my father had cast her out one day without word and had never told me where he'd sent her. It was a punishment when for me telling him I didn't want to go to one of his grand parties.
I should have just gone. The events were awful and crowded and the people who tended to come were hateful and cruel, but at least I would have still had my Verna.
After that day, I'd been completely alone. Not a soul to converse with that wasn't just horrible. Until Karney came.
He was sad and scared at first, but he helped me with my loneliness and I helped alleviate his fears, showing him all the fun things that I'd found to do in the realm my whole fourteen years of life.
Things had changed a few years ago. My father had informed us that he'd promised Karney to someone when the man was ready to claim him. Unlike Karney, I'd looked the man up…and become completely obsessed.
Everything I read on the man, every picture I found. I couldn't help myself. I devoured it all. And the more obsessed I became…the angrier I got at my sweet brother, because our father had promised Karney to the man I wanted.
It didn't matter that I'd never met the man and neither had Karney. All that mattered was that in my head, he was mine and he was going to belong to my brother.