April Hale Novels & Stories

It made me think of many other things that could be more interesting for example April Hartfield’s performances. That thought train brought April to my mind. I pictured her Beautiful face and body. I felt tingles when I fantasied about running my hands over that tiny waist and luscious bottom. Her curves were just the right amount. She had great soft curves which were not too much. They looked just right for her smaller body frame. In less than a minute of thinking about her, I was feeling horny. I decided it was time to step out for a bit. I needed to make that woman mine as soon as possible because not being able to touch her was absolute torture.

Before she could fall, someone dragged her to her feet. “Hold on, April.” She heard someone say. She knew this voice. It was her second Aunt, Vera. April was held up and led out of the Wood family house crossing the street to theirs. The Hills home was not as large as most homes in the town, but it had stood there for just as long. It was more cozy, compared to the luxurious interior of most family homes here. The moment April was practically carried in by her aunt Vera, her First Aunt, Clara dropped all of her things and rushed to their side.

CHAPTER ONE I tried getting up but Kate hands holds me down. I looked around the room . Its a four corner room with one window which is burglary proffed. The room is not well ventilated and we are ten sleeping in the room which makes it uncomfortable. I hate remembering how I got here. It was on my thirteenth birthday ,I was do happy that day my mom and dad took a day off from work and they asked me where i would love to go for my birthday,i wish I hadn't chosen to go to the amusement park .

I am a prisoner. Her whole life had been a lie. Miss Clarke was Drakes mother apparently. And she was a walking, ticking, apocalyptic time bomb in half human form. She walked to the window and tried to imagine the city before her in any other way then she sees it now. She closed her eyes and replayed her dream in her head. But this time, she tried to imagine what exactly she had done to the world to leave it so dead. Maybe, I made it rain tar and people couldn’t breathe.

but the chief raised his hands to stop her. “Enough of this drama Agent Shirley.” He said. “Whatever problem you two have, I advise that you solve it before I take you both off the case! Now Agent Shirley, tell me what you’ve learned about this homicide so far, and why there’s “angel of death” written on the wall, in red.” ---------------------------------------------------- Shirley came out of the apartment building and spotted Azriel right away; she hurried to her and tried to apologize for keeping her waiting for too long. She tried. She called her out countless times, but it seemed Azriel had been kept prisoner in her own mind for some reason. Her thoughts were so far away and lost and

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

She had learned, in her earlier attempt at this a year ago, that the most useful searches were not the ones that went directly at the subject but the ones that went at the edges — the periphery of events where information was less carefully managed. The Hale Foundation had been registered twenty-two years ago by Edmund Hale, Victor's father. Its stated charitable purpose was urban development and community investment in underprivileged districts. Its publicly filed accounts showed consistent activity through most of its history, with a notable gap in filings during a four-year period that included the year Aria lost her hearing. The gap had been closed retroactively, the filings submitted la

The good girl, the golden girl of New York high society, was in a lion's den that didn't fit the deception Enzo gave me three nights ago. “Grace Hale, daughter of Mayor Hale’s youngest daughter. Twenty-four years old, a cello artist. She is quite popular in the world of cello. A prodigy. There is nothing to find out. She is the definition of a good girl.” Enzo said. Soon after, one of our bouncers followed her path. Well, now that was interesting. Four days ago Miss Hale was laughing in the middle of one of the busiest streets, and now another one was following her.

Darius said seriously. "Oh," she Mumbled thinking deeply. "Lord Agamanan showed us a scroll where it is said that an Apocalypse will come and three kings and queens with a warrior angel will help the world against it. Those kings they mentioned look somewhat like me, Lucifer, and Lucian. But what others failed to notice is that the picture of the queens reveal figures similar to you, Amber, and Ophelia" Darius explained. Thea gasped with surprise. "So that is the other reason you paired them up. You know they are meant for each other" Thea concluded.

April waited for Lynn to finish up in the library before she locked up for the night. Thank heavens Xavier and his buddies didn’t return to harass her and Lynn further. But she still worried whether Hayden returned to his territory with no problems. With no way to contact him to check in with him, April walked over to the custom bike shop. She’d stop in there to see if she could get his number or have her number passed on to him. April couldn’t get the tarot reading out of her head. If he was her lifetime companion and elders forbid the joining April wasn’t sure what she would do. Thirty years ago, it would have been no problem. But when the Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack mated with a witch, i