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Just little ol' me with too much time on my hands, a really awesome fountain pen, an active imagination, and a fresh pad of paper. Instagram - CaseysPen1; Discord - CaseysPen#8300
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CaseysPen1yrReplied to _BoredToDeath_Not at all. Yeah, he's one of those dads.
Gay and sleeping beside her. Making babies with her. Fucking her. Telling her he loved her only to leave her with a note that hardly said more than it was all fake, and he couldn't do it anymore.- CaseysPen1yrCommentedCh 4 Downwind
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If I was her BF, I'd have left her too.
She inhaled sharply, her spine straightening, her head coming up. "Oh, lordie!" she said loudly."Never thought I'd see the day a gay, black man would walk into this bar!" - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Yuck.
The squelching noises his boots made on the sticky floor took him back to the coke and candy-coated floors in the dollar movie theater he snuck into as a kid. The tables and chairs looked like they were all on their last spindly legs. The bar looked like something out of Dali's painting, the pale wood warped, the far end dramatically sloping, the stool legs gangly and unsteady looking. Even worse, it was a hick bar—filled with good ol' boys—making him the only black person there. - CaseysPen1yrCommentedCh 4 Blasted
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Site should be sight.
Smoke quickly obscure his site as it filled the room. Arden dropped to the floor and crawled around her desk. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
This has me wondering how much he can feel the heat and sparks. Do they cause him physical pain all over or just his human side?
As he came upon an hors d'oeuvres table, he grabbed a large metal platter and--because he was coughing--struggled to stuff it beneath his jacket as added protection. He wedged it up to his shoulders and started moving again. Soon he was right on top of the fire. Sparks and pieces of burning objects pelted him. Flaming material littered the floor and the further he went, the harder it became to avoid burning his hands and legs. Just small stings to be sure, but they were also quickly adding up to one big bite into his flesh. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Revisit this last sentence. The end of it has me stumbling.
Cryo grabbed his mother by her bony elbow and escorted her across the main floor, directing others to follow them as they went. By the time he made it out into the hall and to the side door, he had a group of a couple dozen in tow. He shoved open the door and cool, the fresh air hit his face. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Poor kitty cat.
She slammed a fist against the wall. The pain that reverberated up her arm broke the spell of his gaze. She turned right and ran down the hall, her cat hissing and spitting at her in rage. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Ah, that is how. An apartment complex filled with shifters.
Forcing her feet forward, she entered the living room and gaped at what she saw. Harley lay face down on the floor, his shoulder shredded, blood pooling around him. Kissa—in lioness form—lay on her side, a long, serrated knife protruding from her chest. And the lion man…dead? Maybe. But she didn't trust it. She ran for the outer door and jerked it open. To the left, the hall was filled with lions. Dozens of them all fighting against two others who seemed to have no trouble killing one after another, after another. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Apartment? Did I miss something? I thought she was in a strange place. How did the odor and noise not gain the attention of the other apartment dwellers?
Turning to meet Harley's eyes took a lot of courage but she did it. His face reflected the fear she felt but none of the madness. He raked his fingers through his blond, baby fine hair. "Listen, I don't know what he did to you or even if you can understand me but as soon as I hear that sicko come into the apartment, I'm going out to help Kissa fight him." - CaseysPen1yrCommentedCh 2 Lion's Den
- CaseysPen1yrCommentedCh 1 Worst Date Ever
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Woot, the jerk is dead.
Found. She unlocked her phone and dialed nine-one-one. A low rumble shook her body. She slowly turned as if in a waking nightmare. No. Bethany shook her head in denial. The lion—no way, there couldn't be a lion in her apartment—twisted like a contortionist and raised his big, triangular head to growl at her. His long canines dripped blood. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Umm...well I hate him already.
She let him run the show, not even trying to take the initiative. Their last date, on Friday, had ended in disaster when, after eating her out, he'd asked her to go down on him. She'd struggled from beginning to end. It wasn't his length or width that had made the task difficult. He wasn't that long or thick, but he'd grabbed the back of her head while he thrust into her mouth, rough and fast with no consideration for her need to breathe. After he'd come on her face and hair, he'd patted her sticky cheek and said, "Don't worry, Babe. We'll work on your technique." - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Wow. That's a big family.
He belonged to a large Catholic family. Had eleven brothers and sisters, and dozens of nieces and nephews. In fact, Bethany had met Nick through his sisters, Rachel, Rebecca, and Mary who attended the Green & Growing Gardeners Group that she went to once a month. - CaseysPen1yrCommented
Correct! Thanks for the save.
This paragraph has been deleted. - CaseysPen1yrReplied to Jocelyn_Frost
Thanks so much for your kind words.
Or maybe he would just drink. - CaseysPen1yrPosted
At first, the title of Chocolates & Cyborgs caught my attention, but I think it is the character development combined with the interesting backstory that keeps me coming back for more. This CEO story features a cyborg who feels more human than many of the purely human CEOs I've read, and the FL is just adorable.
- CaseysPen1yrReplied to baileynichole
Oh, don't think too harshly of him. It could be Francine's fault for not clarifying well enough. He didn't hurt his bear. He found a thrift store knock-off and planted it for Francine to destroy. Felix is perfectly fine and awaiting recognition in future chapters. Is there anything else you would like to know about Rassmussen?
Ch 13 Living with the Shame