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Chapter 317: New House
I just want to give the girls a normal life. OK. Normal for us. – Pagan
Pagan’s lease was up and the buyer for Cookie’s flip house fell through. It was a perfect match. And the girls each had their own room.That was worth everything to Pagan. The three years difference was becoming more and more like the Grand Canyon with every year. Their difference in personalities resembled the Marianas Trench. With the Grand Canyon inside.He didn’t remember his siters fighting this much. Then again, Ciara never took a pair of scissors and magic markers to Samara’s Barbie doll’s hair. And Samara never had to retaliate by putting Monster High dolls in the oven a la Hansel and Gretel.At least his girls were creative.Pagan just hoped that the turn of the century Queen Anne in the historic district of Monroe was still standing when they moved out. Alyssa declared that they were moving into the Addams Family mansion. Ashlyn thought that it was a palace. He was just hoping forRelated chapters
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 318: New Neighbors
Our cute little neighborhood is going downhill because of people like you. – Mrs. William Henderson-Brown There was a loud knock on the door and Pagan hoped to any god that was listening, that it was the pizza guy. Opening the door to a very angry looking old woman, he decided he should have directed his pleas to a goddess instead. Plastering on a friendly smile he looked at the woman who had to be in her eighties. At least. Her white hair was perfectly styled in the standard old woman poof above a stern looking face. Dark eyes scowled at him, and lips were pressed together in a thin line. Her blue dress was impeccable with coordinating shoes and a black wood and silver walking cane.“Hello.” Pagan said offering a hand. “Your children are bothering me.” She said the word children as if it were offensive. Pulling his hand back, he leaned against the door frame. It was hot and they were playing in the waterhose. Maybe they were a little loud, but they were also
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 319: Cookie's Client
I need something a little more… unique. Less normal. – Shiloh The great thing about living next to Karan, she was willing to take the girls to the daycare. The girls loved the new daycare and even Ashlyn no longer complained about going. Since she was now in the double digits at ten-years-old, she was practically an adult. Her attitude lately had reflected this opinion. If this was how the preteen years were, he completely understood why some animals ate their young. It was completely self-preservation.But today was Tuesday. And Tuesday was cooking club day, Ashlyn’s favorite club at the daycare. Nessie, a professionally trained chef, came in every Tuesday and taught a cooking class. Pagan also loved Tuesday. The girls came home and the three of them made dinner together. Not only did the girls learn a skill, but his own cooking improved. But, before they could cook dinner tonight, he had to go meet with Cookie and his client. The good thing was t
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 320: A Friend in Need
Shy, I need a place to stay. – GertieLike most of their friends, Shiloh did not like Gertie's boyfriend, Mitchell. He wasn’t like them. Sure, he tried. He had the dark clothes, kind of. It wasn’t like there was a dress code. But with his slacks, loafers and polo or Oxford shirts, he just did not fit in. Most of the girls dressed like Shiloh in a psychobilly or gothabilly style. Or just straight up goth and punk. The guys were all similarly dressed. Almost all of them wore dark eye makeup, guys included. But not Mitchell. He was, in the words of Shade, a wannabe. He wannabe liked. He wannabe popular. He wannabe something he’s not.They got them every so often. Someone trying something new. Usually, they know pretty quickly if this is where they fit. There were also the partners and friends who didn’t live the goth style. And some that they called the weekenders.Mitchell didn’t fit into any of those categories either. He didn’t like the music. Th
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 321: Cookies
I think it’s a great idea. Put the old bitty in her place. – Mia Mrs. Henderson-Brown was back home after her stay in the hospital. Pagan knew this because her son was standing on the front porch. His hair was dark blonde, and he was a few inches shorter than Pagan. The man had the same sour look and pursed lips as his mother. And his brown suit was also just as immaculate as her blue one had been.With a groan, Pagan opened the front door and stepped into the doorway. Pasting on his troublesome client smile, he greeted the man who. “Can I help you?”“I’m Edward Henderson-Brown the fifth.” The man said with self-importance as he held out some papers to Pagan. “Margaret Henderson-Brown is my mother.”“I’m Pagan.” He replied with a smirk, ignoring the papers. “The first.”Edward the fifth was not impressed.“This occurred on your property.” The man slapped the papers into Pagan’s chest. He looked down and watched them flutter to the ground before propping himself against the door fram
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 322: Finishing Touches
No, mother. I opened the stores hoping to lose money. – Shiloh Shiloh had lunch with her family on Sunday and was still recovering on Thursday. Her grandfather and cousin were supportive of her decision. The family business was a hard one, and not everyone was cut out for it. Shiloh was not. Despite her mother and current stepfather’s wishes and plans.“Shy?” Gertie called out as she entered Dark Moon carrying the day’s mail. “There’s a letter here from Elizabeth Giordano.”“She’s my … mother. Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose our parents.” Shiloh replied as she finished stocking the baby section. Several of her friends had babies and complained about the pastel baby crap, their words, not hers. When she came across a small business that specialized in goth baby items she reached out. Along with black onesies that declared “Not smiling, it’s just gas.” there were also bottles with the poison label and Deadly Nightshade. Spider and skull rattles and teethers.
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 323: Nightingale
Cookie, I want to go. Please. With whipped cream and a blow job on top. – Karan The girls were at Molly’s house for a sleepover for one of his daughters. Pagan wasn’t even sure which daughter it was. Molly had five wives, he called them his pretties, and probably a dozen daughters, his little pretties, and a son. And the man adored every one of them.Since his girls were out of the house, Cookie and Karan had talked him into going to a club with them. He did not even know that this place existed. Nor was it any place he would have normally gone by himself. Nightingale was in the warehouse district of Ridgeview, backed up to the river. A little less than a mile down the road was Sticks’ custom furniture store across the river in Monroe. Shaking his head, Pagan decided that he was too old to be hanging out at a bar. Instead of checking out the scantily clad women, like Cookie and Karan were, he was thinking about how far he was from the shop.Turning from the metal r
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 324: Spaghetti Western
Wrong movie, but do you feel lucky? – ShilohPagan stood on the porch waiting for Shiloh to park and walk across the street. He was as nervous as a high school kid on a first date. Yeah, sure, she was coming over just to watch a movie. Uh-huh. Yeah, right. They both knew what was going on. As confirmation of this, they were kissing as soon as Shiloh stepped up on the porch. Going through the door, Pagan closed it and pushed her up against it. She was shoving his cut off as he cupped her tits through the dress.“Are your nipples pierced?” He asked rubbing his thumbs over the hard ridges he could feel. “Yes.” She breathed out pulling his shirt out of his jeans. Grabbing the material between his shoulders, he yanked it off and dropped it on the floor. “Fuck. Anything else pierced?”“Yes.” She whispered gently tugging on the silver barbell in his nipples. “You?”“Hell yeah.” He grinned at her. “Too many damned clothes.”Reaching behind her, s
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 325: Morning
Pagan, Ashlyn isn’t feeling good. We’re bringing the girls home early. – text from BecksThe girls that had come over for Fatima’s birthday had stayed up late watching movies. Becks and the other pretties took shifts staying up with the girls and making sure that they weren’t in too much trouble. Priscilla hung out in her room with Camille until the younger girls had convinced them to come down for a few rounds of pool.Throughout the night there had been plenty to eat. Probably too much for them to eat. Especially for little girls whose dad does not keep many sweets or junk food in the house. People always assumed that with a single dad, the kids ate pizza, corn dogs and macaroni. But Becks new that Pagan insisted on full meals at the dining table complete with formal settings.Becks was not surprised that she had woken up and found one of the girls with an upset stomach. She had expected it to be her niece, Morgan, but she was still asleep on the floor of the media ro
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- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 327: Dinner
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 326: Grand Opening
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 325: Morning
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 324: Spaghetti Western
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 323: Nightingale
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 322: Finishing Touches
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 321: Cookies
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 320: A Friend in Need
- Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 319: Cookie's Client
