 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “plaid”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He could hear her moan as they parted.
“Duly noted,” he replied, his mouth still brushed against hers. He watched her gaze focus on his lips for a long moment before she physically shook herself out of the daze she was in. She shoved away from his grasp. “Fuck. Do you want to get us killed?” “Not particularly.” “Less talking. More kicking ass.” “Yes, ma’am.” The beauty glared at him before taking on another vampire. Ezekiel chuckled to himself before he returned to the fight himself, jacking a furry lumberjack in a plaid shirt across the chin with his fist. It only took a few minutes but by the time it was over only Ezekiel and the mysterious ass kicker were left standing. All those lying in various stages of unconsciousness on the floor were vampires. She thumbed towards the door without taking her gaze off the bodies on the floor. “Get out, now.” “Not without you,” Ezekiel replied. He watched as she slipped something out of the holster strapped to her thigh. It looked like an industrial flashlight. “Why the fuck do you care about me? You don’t even know me.” “Not without you,” he repeated with a growl. She glanced up at him, her eyes wider than before. She gave one quick nod. “I’m right behind you, I promise. Just go.” He huffed as he turned on his heel and ran to the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of bright light. He hurried out the door into the pouring rain. The beauty he just fought beside was right on his heels. She stalked across the muddy parking lot to a motorcycle a few feet from Ezekiel’s truck. He grabbed her shoulder before she could mount it. “You can’t ride in this rain,” he shouted over the thunder. She shrugged his hand off her. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” “Listen, my truck is dry.” She glanced at it. “Right.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “We get in your truck and what?” She gestured to the sky. “Talk about the weather?” “I just don’t want you to wipe out and have those assholes in the bar wake up and have you as a snack.” She shook her head. “That won’t be happening.” “Why’s that?” She didn’t answer. She took a step from him and gripped her handlebar.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “hardy”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The two playing pool chuckled as they set their pool sticks down on the felt covered surface and prowled towards him. The one on the left, with black rumpled hair, untucked dress shirt and wrinkled dress slacks, smirked at him. “We guys? You act as if you know us?”
Ezekiel rose to his feet, nudging his beer aside. He scanned for exits other than glass door. There were none. This place had to violate at least a dozen fire codes. Did they have fire codes in the backwoods? “I know your kind. You have distant cousins in Minnesota that are making my family’s life a living hell right now.” The vampires frowned and the one dressed like he had left his soul at the office gave a hardy sniff to the stale air of the bar. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve drained dry. Your blood tastes like shit, though.” “Great to know.” Before Ezekiel could drop into stance to defend himself, the bell on the door tinkled a greeting. The entire room turned to see who walked in. He cursed under his breath. His odds weren’t great as it was and now he had to defend someone? Except there was no one there but a small puddle on the floor left by the storm outside. A second later two of the vampires closest to the door dropped to their knees, writhing in pain. That was when Ezekiel saw her. Jet black hair flowed down past her ivory face and down her back. Eyes so dark they could have been mistaken as lavender glanced at him. Her whole body, garbed in black, stiffened at the sight of him. It was the woman in his dreams, the one that made him jack off so many times before he hit the road on this trip. His cock stiffened at the sight of her. It was a really bad time for a hard-on. “Take cover,” she demanded. Ezekiel smiled at her, reassuringly. “I’ve got this, sweetheart.” She glowered at him as her fist flew out, dropping another vampire to the ground. “I’m sorry. Did you just call me sweetheart?” He bit back a groan as the two pool playing vampires charged him. For a moment, he thought the distraction was going to fuck up his fighting style. As one body thudded on top of the other, he let out a sigh of relief. “Do you not like being called sweetheart?” he countered. Her hand dropped to her thigh to produce a wicked looking knife. She pointed it at him. “I am not your sweetheart. Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever mutter.” Ezekiel didn’t know what possessed him, but he stormed across the bar to her and grabbed the wrist wielding the knife. He tugged her against his body, feeling hers melt against him. He pried her lips apart with his, losing his breath in the kiss as his tongue caressed hers.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Lightning splintered the pitch black sky as Ezekiel bounced down the rut filled road. The pounding rain made it difficult to see what little of the road he could. He could handle all of it if his body wasn’t burning with a white hot lust he didn’t understand. It raged harder with every mile that he crept past until it drove him insane. He needed to pull over for the night before he wrapped his truck around one of the massive pine tree trunks beside the road.
He sighed with relief as the obnoxious neon lights of a bar lit up the side of the road brighter than the lightning. A few beers might calm down the all-fired beast in his pants. It would at least settle his nerves. He parked the truck then hopped out of his truck sprinting for the glass door. By the time he stepped inside, he was soaked to the bone. It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there was only a handful of people in the place but then again he didn’t know just how far off the map he wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stood. He ordered a beer from the bartender then glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey. It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon. A pair of fangs. Fuck. “What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “weak”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “Stay off the ground, Zeke. Your grappling isn’t that good.”
Ezekiel offered a wave before he hurried to the center of the mat for instructions from the ref. Micah wasn’t wrong. His ground game was weak as hell but his striking game was deadly. He’d have to finish this on his feet and not on his ass. Once the referee was finished, Ezekiel offered a fist to Cael. Cael scowled but fist bumped Ezekiel anyway. Ezekiel back pedaled to his corner and dropped into stance. The referee glanced to each fighter before dropping his hand. “Fight.” The men launched towards each other then circled. Ezekiel studied Cael briefly. Micah was exactly right. The fighter lumbered at him with his hands barely covering his face. It almost disappointed Ezekiel a bit. How the fuck did this guy get so many wins? Cael charged him then dropped to ground, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel’s legs. Ezekiel kicked his legs back to sprawl on top of Cael. It was messy but effective. He wiggled his legs free from Cael’s grip the scrambled to his feet. Cael rose right after him and lunged. Ezekiel threw a jab, then a cross, then an uppercut. The only one that made its mark was the uppercut but it was enough to daze the other fighter. Cael fell back into stance but not before Ezekiel lashed out with a leg kick to his shins. He followed up with three more like lightning, creating a goose egg on Cael’s shin the size of a golf ball. The fifth kick dropped Cael on his ass. Ezekiel descended on him with a flurry of punches. Cael twisted to bring Ezekiel into his guard but the Hallow’s fists were faster. The referee tugged Ezekiel off him as Cael’s head lulled to the side. Ezekiel hurried back to his corner as the door opened and the officials, photographers and teams rushed inside. Micah clapped his little brother on his shoulder. “Told you to stay off the ground.” Ezekiel cocked a grin at him. “It all worked out in the end.” The referred motioned him back to the middle of the mat once Cael was standing on wobbly legs. He gripped each fighter’s wrist as the announcer took his place behind him. “The winner by TKO in the first round, Ezekiel Hallow.” |
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