Astrid Hofferson Novels & Stories

“What did you find?” I didn’t waste time. “I found her. Lisa D’Amaris. And I don’t have good news to give about her.” That made him frown as he looked me in the eye. “She’s alive?” “Very much,” I said. “And she’s not exactly hiding. But she’s not easy to approach, either. I tried to talk to her, introduce myself, let her know I wasn’t there to cause trouble, but her wolf... she wasn’t having it. She is not only a wolf. She is controlling things. And she knew of you, of me… she knew everything.”

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

“You're boring. If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't stand ten feet near your radar. Latoya's sister actually knows how to have fun.” “Keep your voices down,” Ria complained from her bed and turned toward the wall. “Tell your best friend to loosen up,” Astrid shot back. “We're not living in the Stone Age. A seventeen-year-old can have sex.” “You need to go home,” I said. Astrid laughed, slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and tossed it toward the closet. Even half dressed she looked like a magazine model. Perfect features. Elegant posture. Effortless beauty.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

It then hit me that she didn't want to rip him apart while he wasn't able to defend himself; she wanted it to be a fair fight, not that he gave her the option for a fair fight when he took her a year ago. "Now my dear brothers you would see what me and Mark saw in the dungeon and it's going to be absolutely perfect" Raven gushed next to me with a huge grin on his face, loving every single minute of what was happening. I could only smile and agree with him on that one, especially after feeling the power coming of her just a few minutes before. The alpha tried to look sure of himself but his eyes kept darting between us and her and the fear was evident in his eyes. She slapped him across the c

Then, Astrid walked out the door, down the elevator, heading towards the Dumpster, she went up again. Then Astrid went to shower, brush her teeth and sleep in her underwear, even though she was hoping she wouldn't have to cook her homemade food again, nor would she have to re-roast raw ham. Although following on waking, before Adonis, in which Astrid, left before him, the next morning, at six o'clock in the morning. By which time Astrid, walking leisurely through the revolving door of the Eternal Crystal lobby, all to make a good impression on my first day, had come dressed in a basic tube top and black high-heeled shoes to match, which replaced my hiking shoes on the way up the elevator.

Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the devil herself on the line. With a disapproving grunt, Astrid picked up the phone. “What do you want, Dreia?” “Ouch, is that how you treat your videographer?” Dreia asked, her voice bleeding out of the phone speaker, “slash video editor, slash–” “Hold on, what the hell are you talking about?” Astrid asked, massaging her temples from the impending headache.

The one's tasked with royal duties, the kind of duties no one ever talked about or lived to tell the tale. The man turned to look at me. His hair was dark brown, and his face and bronzed skin were littered with scars. The woman was equally as tall. Her blonde hair was braided and pulled back like many of the warriors did when going into battle. She had a scar above her brow, and her ivory skin was covered in scars similar to the man. "I am Hercules, and this is Astrid." Both Damon and I exchanged a look before nodding. "Where is the prisoner?" Damon asked.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Astrid, while settling into her seat, shot a cool glance in Harper's direction, and Harper responded with a guarded nod, maintaining a professional facade. Harper harbored evident dislike towards her, while Astrid maintained a distinct lack of trust in her as well. Astrid's intuition whispered suspicions about Elias diverting company funds, possibly with Harper's involvement. Her intuitive radar had never led her astray. This time, it honed in on Elias and Harper, a duo whose actions seemed to echo with an elusive secrecy. Though Astrid couldn't put her finger on the specifics, a decision crystallized within her: she would embark on a journey to decipher the cryptic financial trail, exposing