Bronte Novels & Stories

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

“So, how did you two meet? I want to know more about your love story for my next novel.” Brynne felt ill at ease. She couldn’t correct her in Luke’s presence. Theirs was no love story. It was all about desire, obsession, and fake deals. Luke, however, chuckled, not in the least perturbed by his relative. He turned to hold Brynne’s gaze. “This is my aunt, Marianne Swift. She’s an award-winning New York Times best-selling romance author.”

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Enough to satisfy rich noblewomen and their expensive tastes. Unfortunately, the Kellana region did not have a torium mine, but there was one east, in the domain of lord Sienth, in Niera. Jon travelled to Niera and bought some raw torium. One morning while making a plough and a mirror frame at the same time, he spilled some molten torium onto one of the mouldboard casts. After it had cooled, the mouldboard crumbled. But the shards of the cast became extremely hard and strong. Jon experimented for months and when he realized what he had achieved, the young and stupid blacksmith from Taras decided to seek an audience with his lord Kell. His head was full of unspeakable wealth and young maidens

“Hmm, I think it was by something Sharpsbury.” “Oh Adriata Sharpsbury. She’s wonderful. Very prolific. We only carry her “Frostgarden” collection but I have a pretty good relationship with her publisher, if you’re interested in her other works.” “Don’t you also carry that new book? That purist one?” Eclipse’s mate interrupted. “What’s the author’s name? Crayton, Crishton-” “Crichton,” Janessa supplied. “Crichton, that’s it. I’m surprised that you would carry such drivel,” he said snidely. Eclipse’s eyes darted to Trick, knowing her mate was stepping on to thin ice.

Benton’s attention. “Have a seat, please,” the woman said finally. Ava gladly did as she was told. She was so tired from the trip and hiding her real emotions that sitting was welcome. Mrs. Benton didn’t have a smile on her face as she pushed some paperwork in front of her. “Name?” Mrs. Benton asked. “Ava. Ava Morgan.” A folder appeared in front of the older woman, making Ava almost jump out of her seat. Mrs. Benton stopped in the middle of opening the folder and raised her brow at her in question. She tried to calm her heartbeat as she gave an overly bright smile.

I admit. “I’m taking you to brunch,” he insists. I follow him out the entrance and into his car and he drives off. We arrive at the brunch place he mentioned. I had no idea a place like this existed in the city. It is well hidden, but packed wit people when we walk in. “Right this way, sir,” a waiter says as soon as he says us. He takes us to a table at the far end of the large space, with a card that says ‘reserved’ sitting on it.

The Russell family estate in northern Kent, four miles east of the village of Hexby, was in an uproar. Jane, the Marchioness of Rochester, was on the verge of strangling her second youngest child, one Linus Winston Russell. Despite her own knowledge that she had birthed that troublesome boy twenty-one years before, sometimes she swore he hadn't matured past the age of eight.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.