Anthony Lewis Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?” The man stood and reached out a hand to her, which she reluctantly shook. “Yes. I’m Theodore Blackwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Leah sat down on the sofa next to her father facing Theo and assessed him. He seemed nice enough, but would he be strong enough in the future to stand by her side when she eventually took over the Sullivan clan. Leah doubted it. The man may be kind of charming, but charm didn’t win fights. If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back.

But if it came down to it, I’d choose my fiery soul over the throne. No one spoke a word, and I took that as my cue to leave. I was surprised none of them reacted the way I thought they would, making things easier for me. But then I got a phone call from the one person I didn’t want to see or speak to. Antonio Daniels. He was Seraphina’s father. He wanted me to come to his pack as soon as possible because there was an emergency. I thought it was a matter of life and death, that something was probably wrong with Seraphina, not knowing it was all a setup.

Leonard spoke harshly. "Are you going to support your son?" Gael asked. He was finding it hard to breathe and his heartbeat was off the beat. He was almost suffering from a heart attack. "I will never support that stupid and spoilt brat. If Ashton doesn't come back then I can as well find another pack or I can just become a lone wolf." Leonard said with absolute sincerity. He will never betray Ashton in this lifetime or the next or the next because he knew that he was not just your everyday alpha like Kelly.

Aaron's ferocious snarl was thrown at him. Lezelle ran over to her brother and grabbed his arm. "Daniel, don't say anything stupid." She whispered to him. She threw a quick glance at the seething Aaron and looked back at Daniel. "Who the hell do you think I am?" He replied with sarcasm but was very polite. I couldn't believe that he was being polite instead of snapping at him. I don't even know what he was thinking when he was trying to be a sarcastic idiot! Lezelle's eyes widened, and I tightened my hold onto Aaron's arm.

I knew that the woman was good in what she did, I just never expected her to be this good. “I don’t think she would like it very much, but if we can at least learn a thing or two; I wouldn’t say no to that. Plus, there’s also the fact that we’re going to have to deal with Anthony. The man is still a Lycan and I don’t know whether he is loyal to Grimaldi or not, you do realize that he could set him against us, right?” I asked, and Nathan nodded in understanding. It was one of the things that had us concerned about telling anyone outside the house of this. Donatello only knew because we wanted to know if our information was taken elsewhere, and most of the information was rarely a hundred perc

Through the bars, two men lean against the opposite wall, torchlight dancing over their features as they talk. One, I have never seen before. He is tall and broad-shouldered. His dreadlocks are tied back from his face to reveal bright brown eyes and a chiseled jaw. He is not dressed like a wolf. He wears black leather breeches and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose tattoos inked on his dark skin. The other is Blake. His dark clothes make him look at one with the shadows. A jolt of hate surges through me—so powerful I almost cry out. The worst thing is, I feel betrayed. I shouldn’t. I should have known Blake would turn on me. How naïve I have been.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

None shall remember I was ever here, not even Brody and Dania. “Amanda never cheated on me?” I shake my head at his question of clarification. “You were neither mine nor hers?” I shake my head again. Leopold hangs his head in his hands and mumbles. “She did love me,” “She still loves you, Leopold,” He looks up at me and stares. This is going to be hard for him to hear, but he must. “Do you know who Anthony Williams is?” Leopold narrows his eyes while nodding his head. “The Dragon shifter who likes to collect trophies.”

Anthony said, dramatically. Anthony was bi-sexual he was a fine caramel smooth skin man he was athletic built he played football for the school he also had the potential to go to the NFL. When I first moved in we shared an elevator and he saw a Florida state hoodie in my basket, and he acted like he was offended that I would dare be a fan of their rival team. We became good friends since that day, but once he told me he also liked men and only ever had serious relationships with men, and women were mostly just sex only lasting for months, but that’s about it.

He told Mark to wait for him as he was going to get dressed. At 9 am, father and son left; Anthony family arrived at the Lewis residence at 10 am with lots of gifts. Timothy Anthony gave Patrick Lewis one hundred million rand as a betrothal gift and said, “This is our token of appreciation, your daughter is priceless.” Patrick Lewis was shocked when he saw the amount; he became emotional and wished that his late wife was still with him to see the goodness of the Lord. Then Timothy Anthony gave Victoria the title deed of His Wings restaurant and said, “Since you love this restaurant, it is yours.”