Antz Characters Novels & Stories

I wonder where Austin and August--- I stopped and groaned as soon as I realized what I was thinking. Argh, Aliana Blaire! Stop thinking about him! And can you please stop looking for him? It's not that he should be here! I know for sure he's also against this marriage. "Anton," Uncle Augustine called Dad as soon as we entered the room. They immediately stood up as a sign of respect on our arrival. "Thank you for giving this meet-up a time, Augustine," Dad thankfully stated and then look at Auntie Nicolette. "And Nicole, thank you for helping us---"

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

I muttered bitterly and heard Bria whining about my attitude toward the Moon Goddess, making me frown. “She has no right to tell me what I or my daughter are supposed to do,” I growled, catching Gavin's attention. Shaking my head, I ran my hands down my face and peeked through my fingers at my mate, then heard the front door opening. Anton came in with both pups. One in his arms and the other wrapped up and hanging from his front. “Why the long faces,” he asked us. Lowering my arms I shouted that we were going to have another war.

The room is filled with silence, they are the only ones inside. Dart got the courage to speak, he faces her, yet Bria was trying to avoid his gaze. “Let’s talk. We need to clear this misunderstanding between us, Save.” He declared, putting his index finger on his scarred eyebrow, then lowered it to his lips and gently touched it as he always did. It was his mannerism ever since he got that scar on his left eyebrow.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

“The girls quickly passed the note to their leader, Rachil. After reading it, she suddenly came to life, blossomed, smiled—and looked at me in a very suspicious way. As it turned out later, those fishermen had simply sold me to the Daughters of Rasfata for a hefty pile of gold and gemstones! They grabbed me— and you’ve seen how strong those women are, resisting was pointless— and shoved some disgusting stuff into my mouth. After that I started understanding their language. They explained why I had been brought into their lands, but I refused that kind of primitive barbarism! So they didn’t bother asking me again— they pinned me down and made me drink some kind of potion, and then it all went

Together, they would stand against the forces of corruption and betrayal that threatened to tear their family apart. As he gathered his allies and prepared to confront his enemies, Antonio felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. For he was Antonio Valencia, the heir to the Valencio estate, and he would not rest until his family's honor had been restored and their legacy secured for generations to come.

As I slammed the door shut, I caught a glimpse of the caller ID flashing on his phone screen. Eliza. The name burned into my vision like a brand. I didn't look back as I walked away, already dialing for the pack driver. Behind me, I heard Alaric's car engine rev before he pulled away, heading in the opposite direction—back toward Frostmoon Pack territory. Back to her. After arriving alone at the Northern Territory hunting grounds on the pack's outskirts, I dismissed the driver with a curt nod. The pack guards at the entrance exchanged concerned glances.

Blood was pooling on the grass around them, and Anthonio could smell the coppery scent of it in the air. He turned away, unable to bear the sight. When realizing hits him, his heart skipped,it was sudden and a strange feeling. “Angela?” “Angela!” He yelled out,his hands shook,in response. Suddenly he heard someone crying,he turned and saw her crawling from the back of the wrecked car, her clothes torn and bloodied. She looked like a zombie. “Bitch”. Anthonio cursed and walked to her. “What were you thinking, running off like that? After signing a deal,you want to die and waste it! You haven't done anything! You made me pay in advance for your death?”

“You have to get her back! You know people! You can speak to anyone and they will get on the case as fast as possible…you need to find Bianca…you need to find my best friend.” “There are processes to this thing and you know it. I will see what I can do,” he said but I got the feeling that Anton wouldn’t be doing anything about it which struck me as strange. If I recall, when I first saw them in Mainland they looked like a tightly knit family, why is he dragging his feet about this?