Aphmau Pierce Novels & Stories

I seethe at him through gritted teeth as Noah inspects the wound. “I thought you were Evelyn’s Beta?” Pierce asks with a smirk. “I am!” Noah remains at my back as he places some kind of liquid on the wound. As my back stiffens, the burning informs me it is alcohol based and to help clean the wound. “Wow a beta and a doctor, she’s landed on her feet there. A man of many talents.” Pierce winks at me, ignoring my glare to shut the hell up. “Well, let’s just say she’s put a lot of trust in me….Right, Alpha Pierce if you can hold Alpha Reuben still, I’ll try and get the bullet out.”

Amethyst thought as she put Melpomene on her back. "Help him out! I'll look after the flower of the Ocean!" Immediately after taking in a few deep breaths into her system, Amethyst advised, but instead, she received huge, bulging eyes from Pierce. He aired suppressed squeals that were barely audible and laughed mysteriously. "Oh no, Althea! The beast doesn't need help! The beast needs blood!" Pierce spat, his body beginning to convulse as if he was being bitten by a family of beetles.

Amelia dares with a knowing smirk and I instantly feel Malachi’s gaze on me. I mull over her dare and think about what something she could be referring too, but I come up blank. “Like, what are you asking me to do?” I question. “I know you have something pierced that no one has seen before,” she smirks. “Show us,” she teases. When Malachi hears about my piercings, his eyes flicker with lust. “Amelia, I can’t do that,” I say, acting characteristically shy. “Why? My man can look. His wolf won’t let him act stupid so I’m not worried,” she claims, leaning against a beat red Paul.

Under the guise of a canopy in a French restaurant, we sip Piña Colada on a sunny afternoon with broad smiles. Mom believed the lie: Weeks-long business deals in Paris. Amanda wished us success. Neither suspected their dream family was rotting from the inside. It’s killing me, but I’m addicted. Can’t fucking stop. A pop-up on my screen. I tap the image, nearly choking on my tongue. Henry’s fat cock with an engorged purplish head, throbbing with veins. Metals glint along his length from root to tip. I love PRINCE ALBERT’S piercings.

The healer said, and both Liam and I nodded. The infirmary was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and blood. I could still see the bandage despite her laying down. There was blood on it and I knew that the nurses have taken care of most of the injury, but it was going to need to heal on its own from here. I sat beside Amelia’s bed, my hand resting lightly on the edge of the mattress. She stirred, lashes fluttering, and for a moment she looked like a frightened child instead of the fierce and rebellious maid that I knew.

I smirked knowing that I had gotten him. He hadn't gotten over Amara yet so knowing that she was beginning to dance to my tune and not his really annoyed him. I didn't care, as far as the mafia was concerned I had more power than him so he couldn't do much against me. I hung up the call before he could respond to me then I entered my car and drove back home. He called me twice but I didn't pick up because I didn't have anything to say to him. Minutes later, my phone buzzed and I saw a video of Amara putting on her tampons. Her face showed that she was in pain and I knew it was because of her period.

Williams really hoped that she wasn't sleeping on the grave because that would be really crazy and weird. Ariel had been crying for a while now and she didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. She wanted enough time to mourn her parents properly. She raised her head from the grave when she felt a sting on her left leg. Something had bitten her. She looked closely and she saw that the insect that bit her was actually not an insect. It was a pin that pierced her skin. A little bit of blood had started oozing out of the spot that she was pierced. She cleaned it with her index finger and she started crying again. She wasn't crying again because of the slight pain that she was feeling

“Forgive yourself, Marcus. And be with your mate. She is a really nice person” Pierce's eyes narrowed; they did not know Marcus, the pack’s player, had a mate! When how? They asked. “Well, well, well. Look at my boy guys all grown up,” a familiar voice said behind Pierce, making his back hair stand. Pierce turned around to see Amelia looking at him with a smile.

The tip started to smoke, leaving a sharp menthol scent in the air. "What?" asked the guy noticing Dorin's stare. "What... is that?" Dorin asked, pointing at the white stick. The guy snorted. "Are you serious?!" he asked back, laughing so hard that he starts coughing. He extended a hand to Dorin after he finally got his breath back. "Johan Ignacius." "Dorin Silvius." the two shook hands. Dorin was about to ask about the stick again when Johan suddenly looked up and stomps it to the ground.