AquariusGuy

Nothing... everything is perfectly normal.

Drama, duh. None of my stories have drama queens.

Noah will be fine. I have been working on his speech and who I will have introduce him. Things to look forward to and in no particular order: 1. 🔥 2. 💍 3. 🍿 4. 5.

Noah won't be assaulted BUT something is going to happen. I've set that stage

Hmmm, it's going to get interesting. Just wait till Noah makes his speech.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, staring at Tristan in complete disbelief. As a ghost, you’d figure he could have just walked right through the solid steel walls. Tristan looked up at me, a cold, intense flame flickering behind his spectral eyes. “I got tricked into coming into this room, and then that damn heavy door slammed shut behind me,” he said in a monotone voice. “Here I sat ever since.” “Why couldn’t you just teleport?” I asked, unable to wrap my h

His car nearly bit the dust and it wasn't going to Little B or Noah... any guesses? Could be a plane crash too... or something else

There were things Jack knew but something he did unbeknownst to all it stopped everything. Of course Little B didn't touch anything 😉 There was a point in the story where you could tell that Grandma was done.... She used Little B's given name.

So many possibilities.

That almost happened but something will happen.

Little B is one of my favorites. Chase is in the Military and he knows that can have put strains on relationships. Parker is definitely a douche and there will be a point where he gets humbled. I have been working how that scene will play out. Tristan was captured to prevent him from blowing the lid off Jack's plan.

Something eventually will.

he's triple P the IV to you The guy from the Fire Investigators knew who PPP was and he was comfortable to make the joke. Now that I think about it he should have just been PP or is the Pee Pee??

Nope, He will be alive.

Grandma and Uncle Matt appeared in Uncle Nathan’s driveway just as the fire department was dousing the smoldering remains of Parker's sports car. Uncle Nathan was completely livid, pacing the pavement and screaming at Uncle Matt about letting an "uncontrollable child" run wild. Little B hid behind my legs, clutching my jeans. When I glanced down, the kid had a ridiculously satisfied smirk plastered across his face. Across the driveway, Shiloh, his brothers, and Parker sto