Adam Ronan Novels & Stories

Breathless, I turned around. Ronan stood in front of a black car parked at the curb. Dressed in Oxxford. Hands in his pockets. His hair gleamed blue beneath the Miami sun, though the light didn’t touch his eyes fringed by dark lashes. They called himD’yavol, but there could be a halo above his head for as perfect as he looked to me right now. Waves washed against the rocks, but the sound wasn’t lonely . . . not with this man on the same side of the Atlantic. Those cartoon hearts coalesced into one and burst frommy chest.

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

Bushy golden brow slashed over his eyes and a light subtle covered his cheeks. “I thought it was a prank” Damien returned in an equally hushed tone. "I forgot the motherfucker doesn't have a sense of humor, my bad dude" “You’re both idiots” the third man states, he had a slight accent. “Katy, I’m Ronan, a pleasure to make your acquaintance” the man leans forward with a handout. Definitely an English accent. In a dark suit and tie, he looked polished, his hair combed neatly making his features look both sharp and cool. Handsome.

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

“It is a pleasure meeting you, and thank you Mr.…?” “Oh, mi amor, call me Donatello” he said, smiling at me “this is my eldest son, Donato” “A pleasure meeting the both of you” I said, politely. I looked at Nathan who was frowning, kissing his jawline to catch his attention, making him smile. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, kissing my temple. “Ah, protective about your little beauty” Donatello taunted, clearly noticing that he pressed a button. I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently.

I couldn't sit still with the memory of Katerina's weight on me and that voice in my ea. I rose and walked down to the garage, the elevator doors opening to the smell of grease, gasoline, and cold concrete. I saw Adrian near the back, standing over his bike. He wasn't working on it; he was just leaning against the workbench, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring at the floor like he was trying to burn a hole through it. I spent some moment to admire his body. Then I spoke. "Ronan’s gone." He didn't turn around. "I know."

I asked. There was always a reason for something like that, especially when it came to Adrián. Nothing he did was ever just for show. Ronan slowed to a stop beside me, “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I heard it from…” He hesitated but I already knew. Oscar. His lover. Adrián’s man. I wasn’t against them anymore. But Ronan still saw it as something close to disrespect, so he avoided bringing him up around me entirely. “Well, we’re definitely going,” I said, taking the water bottle he offered me and twisting the cap open.

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

Samantha sighs, she looks at me with melanchola and sympathy, which was the least I needed right now. "Yeah, to make matters worse, Roxanne had a kid with a different guy in high school. She tried to make Russell beat up her kid's dad, telling him all kinds of lies and shit. She was pissed when Russell told her to forget it. The guy was a professional football player." I glance at him irritated, making him widen his eyes. " I mean... Russell could have taken him, but, the guy is pretty cool. He had never had any trouble with us, we all went to the same high school. She was mad that she was in doubt for who the dad was, and tried pinning the poor kid on three different guys."

Speaking of Creed he walked into my office with some flowers and muffins in his hands. “ What is all that?” I questioned raising an eyebrow “ well the muffins are from the Willow family and the flowers are from Mrs. Rose.” He shrugged placing them on my desk “ Mrs. Rose? As in the one that runs the flower shop? What for?” I sigh sniffing them “ They are for Madam Charlotte.Oh and this isn’t even all of it. The whole pack has put together little gifts for her in hopes of her feeling better.” He shrugged “ DELiVERY!” Ryan yelled bringing in a basket of cards with cookies