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  1. JohnAR
    “How can I tell him about the accident, when I can’t even keep it together?” She was overdoing it. She kept it together pretty well. Her makeup was impeccable, her hair hurricane-proof, and the white blouse as stiff as a knight’s armour. Iris nodded. This day hadn’t gone according to plan. They had known Sam wasn’t as honorable and loyal as the 2nd enforcer of the late Winter Fir Pack should have been. But that he would go so far and sell Colt to the vampires was unexpected. Having to
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    A sad howl filled the chilly New Year’s night air. “CE,” Jackson answered. “No worries.” Nonetheless, he instinctively checked that he hadn’t forgotten his cell phone at the party. “He didn’t sound dangerous,” Sarah answered burying her hands deep in the pockets of her coat. Jackson closed the gap between in him and her to spread his body heat. He tended to forget female wolf shifters were not as impervious to extreme temperatures as male ones. After all, it was always pleasantly
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    So Rob looks at (male) asses. All I needed to hear. JAR
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    It reminded him of one of those old shows set in Wisteria Lane; Stanford Street looked well-kept, inhabited by middle middle-class families with 2.4 kids and a dog. Maybe the houses were a little bit smaller than in that show, but they were nicely kept and there seemed to be some competition going regarding who could grow the most impressive rosebushes. Warren stopped the car and waited for CE to join him before they approached number 610; an open SUV full of grocery bags made all the crack
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    “How much longer do I have, doctor?” Rob cringingly overacted his mental anguish soap-opera-like. Bradley rolled his eyes while he made sure he didn’t speed with Colt’s Audi. Crashing his Meta’s favorite car would be bad, getting injured in the process would be really bad. And not because of any car accident-related injuries that might heal easily during a shift, but because of Prime’s punishment that would follow after that. And he was pretty sure the car’s GPS was linked to Sam’s ‘Command
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    “What the fuck are you doing?” He tried to shout, but the repercussions of a long night made his words sound more like hoarse quacking. He nearly fell out of his bed in the effort to look up, his hand pushing himself off the floor again. Except it hadn’t been the floor he had touched, but the inside of a plastic bowl that seemed to have served macaroni and cheese last night. He swore, desperately looking for something to wipe the mess off. That white army trash seemed to have little sy
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    “What do you mean you are leaving now?” she asked in confusion, trying to sound dirtily seductive. She lay on her belly, her lower legs playfully up in the air. “You know that bitch who told everyone I raped her?” His baritone was cold. “Yea?” “They gave me two options three months ago: it’s either Leavenworth for 20 years or this trip.” He pulled on his boxer shorts. “You never told me!” she complained, her voice breaking. “Honey,” he just gave her the tilted head treat
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    “And where’s your leatherneck protection detail?” he asked, only half-jokingly, finishing off his sandwich with a speed that betrayed anyone with a military past. “Downstairs.” “Come in,” Chris’ face fell in disappointment, but he opened the door nonetheless. He looked good. As dangerous and uncomfortable a deployment to the sandbox was, his tanned skin, his sharp features thanks to proper nutrition, daily physical training, and lack of unwholesome activities, became the Major. Th
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    “Stop fussing with it, Prime,” Brian slapped the Alpha’s hand away from his WWP-branded tie. “It’s too tight,” the red-head complained like a little boy being dressed up for a so not exciting trip to his auntie, who would ruffle his hair, press him into her strangely-scented and overdeveloped bosom, and force him to tell her about whether he already had a girlfriend. “It isn’t, it’s perfect,” Brian insisted by slapping it back to the bigger guy’s chest. Prime just grunted and look
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    So was I ;-). I think @PkCrichton has some ideas about the Nanoverse. Of course, MetaAlternate would include the Nanoverse, the FateVerse, the WeddingVerse, the SilesiaVerse and the regular MetaVerse (ended at chapter 8.9). But books is safely locked away.
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    Colt always had a soft spot for this guy ... and he knows things were engineered for them not to get together that day at the frat party ...
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    Yep, it never ends well when you choose "bread and games" over doing the right thing ...
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    Teasing? Why teasing? Now you are teasing ..., you light-bringing god of the arts ...
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    A wolf grows with his challenge. Nothing to giggle about Fate being cranky ... s/he hits back hard.
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    Why "Poor Bradley?" If he hadn't been taken on by the WWP and later Colt, he would have been married to his cousin to breed more strong pups for his Carolina pack. 10 years later he would have thrown himself into a crazy fight to end his misery ... And upon payment "MetaAlternate" will see the light ...
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    “You’ve got to tell me everything!” was all it took for Bradley to feel how the small wet spot formed around his dickhead on his white boxers grew to palm size. And even non-wolves would be able to smell it now. There went his resolution not to react like a scared little pup in front of an upset alpha. It seemed despite his respectable size, Bradley was still a pup. And Prime was fucking intimidating and had known exactly how to stage this encounter to his advantage; that alpha knew how to
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    When Bradley ground his hips to make sure everyone saw his meaty catcher ass caught in illegally tight Wrangler jeans and sang with his irresistible Southern Drawl the lyrics of Adkin’s ‘Ladies Like Country Boys,’ Colt’s colt started to leak. It didn’t help the red wolf had found his old cowboy hat and replaced every ‘Ladies’ with ‘smart guys.’ Nor that a healthy dose of certain proteins had made all his T-shirts pretty useless, so he decided to perform his song topless. “Well, now we know
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    “And then I hid it somewhere he won’t find it,” Prime confessed. “And that’s why you’re walking funny?” Brian asked. ‘It’ was Colt’s leather band; a dangerous tool in the hands of an all-controlling dom. “Yep. He squeezed my balls. Hard. Really hard. And forbade me to shift.” “Ouch,” Sam hissed. Shared pain wasn’t half the pain. “You as well?” “I think I will never shift into my wolf again, my balls are mush,” big Sam whined. He would never hide anything from his furious
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    MetaDeprivation

    JohnAR commented on JohnAR's story in Fiction

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    MetaDeprivation

    JohnAR posted a story in Fiction

    Little snippets set in the MetaWolf universe, inspired (or not) by prompts. Written to help myself and some of my readers to wean off the White Wolf Pack. ==== SPOILER WARNING ==== These stories assume knowledge of the whole MetaUniverse.
  21. JohnAR
    And there I was hoping Rob would finally catch. Mean me. ;-)
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    “This was supposed to be for him?” Gavin asked with a heavy voice. Brian nodded. “He never moved in.” The words hang heavily. It didn’t have to be said why Leo had never moved in. “It’s luxurious.” “You’re a marine, of course it feels luxurious to you …” “Walls are thick …” Gavin swallowed the last word. “You might have visitors, loud ones,” Brian joked, his naughty smile crossing his face. “The fridge is already full …” “What?” “Colt was pretty sure you would accept, so you have water, b
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    So what about Rob's date? ;-) Can't have him being too much a saint.
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    Rob's back! Wonder what he will be doing with his prom date ;-) JAR
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    MetaView 6: Fate

    JohnAR posted new chapter in MetaViews

    “Leave it open!” Fate barked with an authority steeled over millenia. The old woman complied, but her brown eyes turned sad when she asked: “Why? It’s getting cold here at night.” – ‘Here, so far away from civilization,’ she seemed to think. “He needs to hear the howls.” The old woman uttered an exasperated sigh. “He has chosen. Now he needs to learn to like it,” Fate continued coldly, the word ‘like’ coming out not quite the right way. “He’s barely seven years old.” “The better. The earli
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