Bronte Novels & Stories

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."

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams

You are acting like an idiot' Amber scolded herself. 'You go up there, give him the water he asked for, and politely ask him if he needs anything else' Amber gave herself a mental pep talk. "If only, it's that simple" she muttered to herself. She fetched a pitcher filled with water and made her way towards the east wing. The mansion has two wings, east and west. The east wing has the advantage of the lake. There will be access to the lake from any room in the east wing. But the west wing does not have that facility.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

She found it very strange. Just then, Horace came over. "Alright, let's put this little scene behind us for now. I've booked a private room. Let's go there and talk." Brittany nodded. "Okay." Suddenly, Brittany remembered Wendy and looked over at her. "Young lady, what's your name?" Wendy smiled warmly. "Hello, Mrs. Larson. I'm Wendy Crone." She extended her hand. Brittany couldn't help but smile back. She reached out and shook Wendy's hand. "Hi, Wendy. I'm not Mrs. Larson. My name is Brittany Brewer."

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

Aysel said, smiling warmly at him with her captivating hazel eyes. "Umm... that would be really nice of you," he stuttered, feeling his heart flutter at the enchantment of her innocent gaze. "What is her name, Sir?" Janetta asked, intervening in their conversation. "Emily-Emily Bronte," the man said. "Emily Bronte? Do you know about her?" Aysel asked Janetta. "No, I haven't heard that name here," Janetta's brows furrowed in confusion. A thought occurred to her as she said to Aysel, "But let me check the system for the names of the staff here. I'm sure we will find something."

Bridgette shook her head. “No, unfortunately not many. My family is one of the oldest and purest lines in the world. My name is Bridgette Ryan of the River Tay. I am from Scotland, which I am sure you could deduce from my accent, aye?” she asked me, finally turning her attention from the road back to my face. I couldn’t help but grin sheepishly. I loved her accent, it was mysterious and sexy, and I wasn’t going to lie, it turned me on.

I replied. He brought me over to a couple that I had seen around the pack before, but I didn’t know their names. “This is my friend Zach from school and his mate Kim.” They both waved at me. Zach was tall with curly brown hair and Kim was petite with dirty blonde hair. He then turned me to another couple that also looked familiar. “This is my friend Brooke from school, and her mate, Tim.”