Bearing The Novels & Stories

As long as he wanted to fight, he would fight his opponent to the death—all his opponents would only end up dead or gravely disabled. Therefore, Bear had a great reputation in Southeast Eurasia, and he was the target that all local capitalists would fight each other in order to bet on him. Bear licked the back of the knife, and his attitude was extremely arrogant. “I know that you, Mr. Knowles, are the type of person who would use ruthless means to frame others behind their backs, but I’m not afraid of you. I myself am more than enough when it comes to dealing with you. Even if you were to call someone here...”

Ward-Bearer. ‎ ‎Calla's expression shifted into something I had not seen from her before, not surprise exactly, but the particular look of someone who had suspected something for a long time and was finally watching it confirmed in front of them. ‎ ‎"Ward-Bearer, " she repeated slowly. That is a Guardian designation. A bloodline that carries a protective function whether or not the individual understands it or activates it deliberately." She looked up at Theron. "The Beast of the North. An Alpha who survived an impossible coup at nineteen years old and rebuilt an entire territory from nothing. The one the Convergence split its power through rather than simply selecting one vessel the way it

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

I know that Bear has been sending messages to the ones that he knows and that man is respected by all who still serve and have served alongside him. This means he will be bringing in the heavy machinery, whatever we need, we will have, and we will take these bastards down. We will bring them to their knees. I will save my Queen and Heir.

One of the Bearers is pregnant, so the other women squeeze together to give her more space. “Good morning, Melody. Look at your belly! That baby is growing every day a little more, you must be thrilled,” Matron Mary Ann says with a smile on her face. “I am, Matron Mary Ann, I’m very lucky,” Melody replies smiling too. “Such a lucky Bearer,” some of the other Bearers murmur. “Bearers, today is going to be a great day and we are going to stay positive and be the best version of ourselves, aren’t we?”

I looked thinner. My gaze drifted to my shoulder. The breeder mark was there, just below my collarbone. A big ‘B’ symbol burned into my skin, very visible it was hard to hide. Every human woman bore one. Proof of what we were meant for. Proof that our bodies did not truly belong to us. I reached up slowly, tracing it with my fingers. I hated it. I hated the other scars I had that marred my skin. Back in House Rose, Madam Elara used to say it was an honor. That it meant we were valuable. That powerful beings would pay fortunes for women like us. I never believed her. To me, it was just another chain. One I could not cut or run from.

“You do not get to corner her, accuse her, and break her down to see what shakes loose. She told you why she came back. She told you where she was. If that isn’t enough, take it up with me.” I stared at him, heart in my throat. He wasn’t just defending me. He was taking ownership, public, dangerous ownership, in a place where loyalty wasn’t optional, it was law. Bear’s eyes moved from Zander, to me, and then back to Zander. He let out a long slow exhald as something like concern passed over his face. Concern for Zander, not me. “Careful,” Bear murmured. “You’re getting too close.” “Already there,” Zander said without blinking.

It had been cut from my student ID, the edges uneven. Jamie kept his head down, staring at his toes. His shoes were coming apart, but he didn't dare mention needing a new pair. "All right, please sign here." Mother's hand trembled as she signed her name. The pen tip tore slightly through the thin carbon paper. The staff stamped it. A bright red mark—CREMATED—blazed across the page.

🖤 FREDERICO 🖤 " Boss " one of our men said immediately he walked into My office and I looked at him without saying a word . " Madam Aria is back in Italy and it's Already been a days now " he said and I looked at him like he'd lost it . " How does that news affect me ...? I asked frowning. " Sir Actually she Came with a child who looks exactly like you ..." He said and I stared at him like he'd lost it

I would take deep breaths and harder ones. - Linda? Calm down! - I stared at Miguel - Look... breathe in and breathe out... go. - Calm down? - I shouted as he held my hand - Calm the fuck down Miguel, It's hurting my face...there....aaaah...I think you better give up on starting a soccer team. I pushed hard and then my heart filled with joy when I heard a cry. It was real, my babies had come into the world and I was crying at seeing them for the first time.