Angel Faulkerson Novels & Stories

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

After several minutes of comfortable silence, the back door opened and Hank walked in with his phone in his hand. "The Five Valleys Livestock Auction in Missoula called me. They got a shipment of registered Angus from Texas for tomorrow's sale. Would you like me to go check things out?" he asked. I sat there thinking about it for a second, then said, "give me a second."

That’s not really the problem, but it’s a place to start. Kael’s dark eyebrows furrow as he folds his arms over his chest. There is no doubting he runs a prison palace filled with criminals and lawyers. By the looks of his chest and arms, it seems as if he fights the perpetrators himself. Of course, he fights with his own Silent’s until they can take him down. T would have achieved that before to be eligible for the mission against me. “Faye, I don’t hate you,” he says carefully, in that slightly rough around the edges accent.

Alpha Daltons POV I was running so hard and the anger inside me was so consuming that I missed the trail to Green Cove. I circled back and ran down the trail where I saw my Beta and Gamma sitting on the lake bank behind some large bushes. I skidded to a halt right next to them and lowered myself on to my haunches. “Hey y’all, someone left me another jar on the damn porch again this morning so excuse me if I’m a little late.” Nick growled low and mind linked the both of us, “These mother fuckers are gonna keep on with us and there gonna be a blood bath on their hands.” I huffed in agreement. I kept my eyes trained on the bank of the other side of the lake. I saw the park rangers, forensic tea

At that moment, I was grateful for everything I learnt from my dad. I sent a blow to his loins, the pain making him release the gun. Without wasting time, I grabbed it and shot his legs. He fell, screaming in anguish. Taking that opportunity, I shot my step mom, killing her instantly before sending a bullet to your dad's head. When all this happened, my dad was away on a business trip. I couldn't handle everything. I needed help and Gio was the only person who could render it. He cleaned the mess, told me of Val and the secret trust fund my mom gave him access to before he died. I was elated to know Val never died. With newly found hope, I escaped with Val. That was when we changed our firs

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Lauretha tried to calm him. “I can’t fuvking calm down! He ruined things for me! I will make sure he gets punished!” he sneered. “How the fuvk he knew about this anyway?” he turned abruptly towards Fabiano and Lauretha. “You guys told no one, did you?” he peered at them. “I would never. Fabiano, did you tell anyone?” Lauretha said, and turned to face Fabiano. Fabiano looked up to see four darkened eyes staring at him, suspiciously. “What? you think I told someone? Fuvk! I can’t believe you both will suspect me!” he shrieked in disbelief, turned and stomped out of Lucas’s house.

Alpha Wyatt continues to pleasure me. I’m tensing up, the wave of intense satisfaction and hearing the words he spoke, enjoying when he calls me little wolf; I knew I was not going to hold out much longer. My legs started shaking and before I could think my mouth spoke. “I’m going to cum.” Then a moan came out of my mouth.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.