Anthony Lewis Romane & Geschichten

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“All good. Ready to get this over with.” I clap Chase on the shoulder. “You and me both,” I sigh, looking across the room to where Theo’s dad, Alpha Anders, is standing and chatting with Jax’s old man, Alpha Damian, and Chase’s father, Alpha Vaughn. I’m sure Chase is referring to the shadow pack conflict in general, but right now, I’d settle with getting this meeting over with. Council meetings are always a little painful.

Zion could see the tension and anger on their faces. "Oh God, please no more." He murmured to himself because he knew this jury of the court was sitting for him, just for himself. Zion tried to avoid them and he made a futile effort to climb the stairs. But the cold voice that is like his, no wonder they got the same genes. "Ask your precious son to come here and sit." Mr. Aiden Black was talking with Angela but he heard him loud and clear. Angela only looked at him which made him take a step back from the stairs and sat on the sofa. "I can't believe your lawyer has such a loose mouth." Zion scoffed at his father.

He Had No Choice "Uncle Adrian, can't we investigate it? We really don't have any clues?” Lewis noticed Adrian's embarrassment. It was as though he was hiding something from him. "Lewis, you have a happy and peaceful life now. If you want to go back to school and be a vice-principal again, then I can arrange that, but I can't help you with anything else.” Adrian was a small entrepreneur in A City. He just could not afford to offend some certain people in the city. He was not able to do that before, and he could not do it now. He had heard about the relationship between Lewis and a particular man, which only made him determine to keep his mouth shut. Moreover, he didn't have any evidence, he

Rosalyn stepped in, composed as ever, tablet tucked under her arm. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” she said, voice even, “I’d like to introduce a legal advisor to support Ms. Lewis. With the D’Amaris deal moving quickly, it’s better to have a second set of eyes.”” I glanced at the clock. “You’ve already found one?” “I reached out to a contact last night,” she said. “He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.”

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."

I doubt Anthony was a man that could easily be manipulated, from the little interaction I had with him, he seemed like a man that was two steps ahead, a man that is overly calculative, a man with a motive. He had stayed hidden all these years. Why surface now? I highly doubt it had anything to do with the company or Theo’s money. But then I could still be wrong. As much as I wanted to think that Anthony would not be problem, I couldn’t do that. He was equally a Livingston and whatever objectives he had, he would prioritize saving the Livingston Empire. I couldn’t have that, because that is the one thing I wanted desperately, to bury the Livingston Empire. Anthony’s unanticipated appearance i

And the child would be Liam Blackthorne’s heir. A child that I knew was going to claim everything as his right. I heard it again and again, like a drumbeat in my ears. Heir. Heir. Heir. As if Anastasia didn’t exist. As if she hadn’t already bled his blood and carried his fire.

Vivienne was thankful Anthony didn't use the motorcycle. She was pregnant. How risky that was. Instead, he used an old truck that he said belonged to Janice. To be honest she had a lot of questions about his relationship with Janice "Ms. Lewis.. I'm sure we can figure something out," Anthony said in between chuckles as he drove the car. The night was dark. She couldn't wait to reach home and power on her phone. She hadn't talked to Victor in a while

I’m very sure my heart just skipped a beat. “Shout one more bloody time, and you’ll fucking lose that tongue.”