Brave Frontier Vargas Novels & Stories

He cut the call without another word. THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The iron gates of the Bratva’s Empire loomed ahead, black and towering, the Morozov crest carved into steel. Armed guards stood at each side, rifles in their hands, faces blank masks. As Mikhail’s car rolled closer, the beams of its headlights caught the silver edge of their weapons. The gates creaked open with deliberate slowness, metal groaning as though even the compound itself acknowledged the weight of who was arriving.

He whispered sleepily into my ear, clinging onto me, our bodies intertwined with one another; it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The next morning, Alessandro and I packed, ready to go home, and made a quick trip to the warehouse to pay a little visit to you-know-who. "There he is, he's almost dead bless God," Alessandro brought Ivan Out and put him into the chair in his whining state; Ivan was covered in dried blood and tears; he was shivering cold. Perfect! "Today is your lucky day, my friend," Alessandro said, excited for what was about to happen.

"She's seventh generation. The Vargas line." "The Vargas line," said a man at the far end. Soren. He ran the university district. His beast was avian. Something with wings. He was thin, dark-eyed, with cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice like a library. "I thought they died out." "Clearly not," Margit said.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

One looked at her, she glared at him, and the man’s body collapsed under her command. Even the rogues who had claimed they feared nothing… stepped back. But Valerie stepped forward. And I stepped with her. “You are brave, but foolish as well.” Lisa said casually as she looked at us. My pack surged behind us, Hunter, at my right, Elias and Rosalyn at my left, Hunter emerging from the treeline with blood on his claws but determination in his eyes. They looked at her as if their world had summoned them despite everything. They knew what was to come and the danger that surrounded, and yet, they still chose to stand.

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

It’s an acknowledgment that I’ve fixed the mess I made of Oliver before. "I’m never riled up," Oliver protests. "I’m highly entertaining." He shifts his weight again and turns his body toward me. He hooks his chin over my shoulder, invading my personal space entirely. He watches the tablet screen in my lap. I’m reviewing the satellite topography for Diego Vargas’s cattle ranch outside Buenos Aires. Vargas is a nepotism hire. His father is the Argentine Minister of Interior. The kid manages the South American routing accounts for the syndicate simply because his bloodline makes him immune to local prosecution. He thinks he’s untouchable.

he proudly said and winked. Valin, one of the strongest warriors their tribe produced, was a half noble from the clan of Struss. Although he had a slender built, he still looked athletic. His ability to shapeshift as a falcon was incredible. He was appointed as the Captain of the Aerial Navigator Squad and a diplomat who maintained good relations with Axum. Ladies from a distinct race swooned on him, mainly because of his extraordinary intelligence. “Congratulations, Commander!” a sweet female voice came from behind, trying to gasp some air. She held fresh gerbera daisies and gave them to Alleki.

Soren had come racing around the side of the packhouse, looking like he’d just left warrior training and that had been that. I was sad to lose our daughter so soon, but glad to know that she’d be close to mom and dad if she ever needed support. She's flourished and with her mate being a strong warrior, she's continued to get stronger. As soon as we park the RV in front of the packhouse, Kieran swings Bria onto his back. My father and Rich step outside and the girls race to see their grandfather and uncle. Both men swing my middle daughters high into the air, making them squeal in excitement.