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

They lay tangled side by side, completely unclad, stripped of every uniform, weapon, and title that had defined their lives since birth. Astrid was the first to open her eyes. Her internal furnace had dialed back to a gentle, steady hum, her skin radiating a comforting, natural heat that kept the morning frost at bay. Her large, sun-browned frame was mapped with scars—reminders of a decade spent defending the Silvertooth borders—but today, her muscles were entirely relaxed, the heavy, defensive tension she had carried since her father’s death completely gone.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

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.