A Wanted Man Novels & Stories

Wesley Human women go crazy over us—their so-called alpha men don’t come anywhere close to the real thing. “They have their uses,” I remind him. Neither of us wants to say it, but it’s right there between us. We have to stop this before it spins out of hand and bleeds into the human world. Or else we’re all fucked.

I rolled the window down just a bit, enough to hear what they were saying. “Give her to us!” one of the men shouted. “We don’t need you, Aiden Morelli. We only want her.” Aiden tilted his head slightly, his expression cold. “If you want her,” he said, “you’ll have to go through me first.” The man laughed, a deep monstrous sound. Then all six of them started moving toward him. I gasped and covered my mouth. The first guy lunged, swinging a fist, but Aiden moved fast. Too fast. He blocked the hit, grabbed the man’s arm, and threw him over his shoulder like it was nothing. The man hit the ground hard.

Lara demanded, crossing her arms. Ali smirked, clearly enjoying the drama. “Well, it was you after all,” she murmured under her breath. “What?” Lara asked, narrowing her eyes. Duke groaned, having caught what Ali said. “Ali—shut up.” Ali chuckled, throwing her hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine.” Then she turned back to Duke, her grin returning. “Anyway, back to the more important topic—when do we get to meet this mysterious man who stole your heart?”

"My bad. It's me. It's just me." Aito didn't buy it at all. He was sure the other person or other people were lurking around somewhere. Wearing a stern expression, he stepped up and jerked the man by the collar. "Who are you, and what do you want from me?" "Whoa, straight to the point, aren't we?" he chuckled. "Calm down. What's the rush? Let's get to know each other a little bit."

Ethan laughed at her frustration, "You carrying out the job perfectly well means you are caring for me. Go on" " I have a problem with Clause 4 entirely " " You don't understand or what? Section A clearly states that there must not be sexual act between you and Mr A. " " Well, if you would ask me, Seduction is also sexual. " " I mean, SEX. " " You should have ruled it out. Section B says No conflicting feelings between employee and Mr A. How is that supposed to happen? " " That's more reason why you have to take seduction lessons"

but now it seems am on the spot light...yes, definitely screwed. The man looked me up and down then I heard him say something like " a woman" you don't think am stupid enough to leave my face open do you? Am sure he guessed that from my body structure...the chest and all that.. always noticeable. "Yes a woman" I answered inwardly...he made his way towards me, I didn't want to be a coward, so I didn't move back or show any fear. I stood my ground. I looked tough on the outside but

"I don't know what happened in the past to make me feel like I am that kind of a man." "I have a daughter? Who would get interested in a woman like me?" "I don't care about your flaws! I have loved you as you are. As the day passed, I fell to you, Georgina, as I saw your true self. This may sound gay, but it hurts me as I saw doubts in your eyes." "I wanted to believe you, Wilson, but I should need to build my defenses up." "Just give me a chance. I will show you that I am a real baby." He hugs me.

Either way, I’d learned young—six years old young—that you always had to be ready for a fight. “Thought all the rogues in these parts were locked up on that reservation in the dump,” the redhead said loudly. “Hey Max, ain’t that so?” “Yup,” Max said. He was even bigger than the redhead. “Maybe he escaped.” I set down my whiskey and stared at them. I could kill them both, if I wanted. But I didn’t want the attention. “You accusing me of something?” I said softly. A group of cowboys walked in, spurs clinking on the wooden floor. My gaze swept them automatically, lingered on an old, white-haired man for a moment, then flicked back to the redhead.

A man in his 80s sat there like a real king, and another man sat beside him, but compared to the first man, the second one looked even more dangerous, and there was a woman in a wheelchair who looked soulless. “So you decided to appear even though I called you last night.” The second man spoke, and it was even colder than Ace Welsh himself. “We were out of the country,” Ace answered politely. “Why?” The man asked without giving him any excuse. “You should know.” Ace didn’t answer him directly as he knew the man in front of him, pretending not to see since he already sends men behind him even though they couldn't find his trace, but he knew what this man wanted to take out of him.

Halfway down the block, someone called out. “Hey.” They stopped. A young man stood near the mouth of an alley, hands visible, posture open. Early twenties. Nervous but determined. “I don’t want help,” he said quickly. “I just want to understand.” Aiden and Dante exchanged a glance. Understanding was the most dangerous request of all. “Understand what?” Dante asked. The man swallowed. “Why you don’t fix things,” he said. “Why you just… point.” Aiden studied him.