Ansel The Originals Novels & Stories

Mission accomplished. "YES! I did it. I am a professional," Ansel declared and kept squeezing the milk out of Sally. And then he fucked up. He must've yanked it too hard, or Sally simply didn't like him because suddenly, she mooed loudly and kicked some hay behind her. She sounded angry. Ansel let go of the cow and jumped up. "You better move out the way!" Elisa screamed and pushed Ansel. Ansel was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell face down on a pile of cow dung.

"So, you're working with Bayu Dirgantara?" Evan asked in surprise as the car stopped in front of Ansel's office. "Yes. Now I'm the apple supplier for his factory. He prefers our apples because they're better quality," Ansel replied as he turned off the car engine. "No wonder you two know each other. I used to think that he was having an affair with my wife when he came to our house. It turns out that he was the one who drove you to the airport that time?"

“Ahh, Beta Davien, He is Alpha Maverick’s mate. The three of us need to stick together, you know? Because those three friends, those Alphas are bastards sent to the world from the bottomless pit of hell.” “I believe you,” I climbed into his bed as I sat with him, “You are right. Alpha Rowan is the worst. I don’t know about Alpha Maverick but Alpha Cyprian is a really nice person.” “Trust me,” Ansel shakes his head slowly as he pours the both of us a glass of whiskey, “None of them are good news. Look at me, I have to act crazy all the time so that I don’t actually go crazy.” “You don’t mean…?” “ I hope your alcohol level is good?”

She quickly removes her foot smiling innocently, “ he will be at the office when we return.” We pack up the meeting pay the bill and head back to the office. 'She really wants to jump start your royal rod, and ride you through the night as if her life depended on it lol' laughs Ansel in the mind link. 'Ansel, you know I respect you. As you should your elders, with you pushing what is it now 250? No, 265. However, of yoy say that again I will use my talons, and claw your tongue out! Understood? I state trying to relax.

Ansel was a good leader and a businessman but what Ansel isn’t is a good brother, friend or even lover. My head circled around the day's event and it began to weigh me down, and that was when I remembered the logo on the headed paper Glen sent to Ansel. A circle with a capital T , same drawing with the guy who followed me down to Mexico the last time. He wasn’t from Jim . The clan kings made a finding. He was one of the forgotten. A one time Vampire that broke the code of conduct and was banished, he had refused to say a word on who he was hypnotized.

Ansel growled, his eyes turning darker than before and he clenched his fists, trying to control his wolf who wanted to take over. He stood up, his face a mask of fury. “We need to bury them. They deserve at least that much respect.” Suddenly, Anser ran to a nearby tree and punched it hard, to at least pour iut his anger. "Alpha, you need to calm down." Amos tried to move closer to him but Ansel waved his hand to stop him from going closer. His hand was now shaking, bruises forming on it aftet punching the tree. But Ansel didn't care, in fact, he punched it again and again while growling and screaming throughout the village until he was satisfied with himself them he turned to Amos.

And will always be. —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I debated cancelling Angel's airplane ticket several times last night. I knew and recognized that she had finally realized the painful truth. The previous Ace Kingston wouldn't have cared, seeing it as an opportunity to increase the savagery. But the new Ace, George Brooks, questioned how he'd deal with her.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

The second had always been headstrong and all too ready to run into danger. It was exactly why he had been stuck within Tyson’s pack the first time. Luckily the man was also clever and had managed to infiltrate the place as a spy, pretending to be the son of the Silverdale pack’s traitor, Angel’s father, Axel Hale. It had worked then, but it wouldn’t work a second time, and Tyson was more than a little relieved that they had a better plan for the rescue this time. “Are you sure you are up for this?” Tyson asked, turning his full attention on Barach so that he

He looks so fond. Although… I do feel better now I’m here. My chest feels looser, and I can breathe better. Turns out this man is soothing as hell. Would he rub my lower back? Chase away the cramps? Wow, I hate that he guessed that right. So obnoxious. “I’m fucking this up anyway,” Ansel declares, capping a pen and tossing it on the contracts. “All the words are blurring together. Want to get lunch in the park?” Um. What?