Novel & Cerita Bryce Hawthorne

Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect. The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority. He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one. When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.

It's such a shame that Johnny is holding the camera right now so I can't see him and his naked body, only the hot security guard and Kissa are showing in the camera right now. "Um, my name is Brent, 27 years old and I'm a security guard. I'm kind of new to this job, only three months since I started here and I like it, the pay is not that much but it helps me keep my apartment," The hot security guard said looking at the camera, his eyes radiating a shade of green and it's just so captivating and hypnotizing at the same time. I think his eyes are the second most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Michael's hazel brown eyes being the first.

Bryce's voice trailed off when his eyes landed on the painting that lay on the desk. He stood up and walked towards it. Picking it up, he said, "Damien, look. This is the painting I talked about. He spent so much on it because it reminded him of a–" "Bryce shut up!" Blake quickly interrupted. "And what's that smell on you? Do you still smoke?" He asked, trying to change the topic. "I don't smell and I stopped smoking. Not after that fire. Even if I smoked, I still won't sell because I'd use a cologne." Bryce retorted, dipping his hands in the front pockets of his pants as he walked back to his seat.

“I know you can handle yourself, but let me be your Dad.” I marched to Jessica’s house, where I pounded on the door. The second it opened, I strode straight in uninvited. “Is your mate here?” I asked the woman who had opened the door. She said nothing. I turned around and glared. “Answer me.” She nodded, “Yes, Alpha.” “Call him.” “Bruno,” she said, her voice shaky. “The Alpha wants to see you.” A few seconds later, a man came into the hallway. Bruno Michaels. He worked at the base, loading and unloading trucks and moving supplies around. I’d never really known him, but he was roughly my age and I remember him from school.

Owen's pov It was obvious from the look on the alpha's face that he didn't want us near the mysterious woman that had me and my brothers weak in the knees and that pissed me off because his mate was sitting on her knees right next to him. I was confused as to why he was acting as if he and she was an item, my wolf growled at the thought of his mate with another man. Axel turned to her and asked her, her name, in which she only replied it was not important right now and there were bigger things to concentrate on. Raising my left eyebrow I looked her over from head to toe, she had blood covering her but it didn't look like it was her blood, a small smear of blood was on her cheek and I was afr

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Chapter 2 *BRITTANY’S POV* Wyatt Hayden. A 26th year old billionaire. Owns Wyatt company. Net worth 23.2Billion. Relationship status- single. ______ I groaned, taking my eyes off my phone. Why the hell am I going through Hayden’s biography. “You need to know about your husband, duh!” My subconscious said. “Eww! He isn’t my husband..he is...” I stopped when I realized I’m talking to myself.

“Bryce, son. I thought we wouldn’t see you for another few years. I’m glad you made it.” The man, Bryce, removed his helmet, and I swear my lungs forgot how to work. Holy. Cow. My heart slammed so hard against my chest I was sure everyone could hear it. Shoulder-length black hair. Brown eyes. Blue jeans, a black pullover T-shirt, and a leather jacket. And a beard. Damn. I wasn’t even aware of the woman beside him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Get it together, girl. He’s our mate, Browny snapped. Stop looking at him like he’s a piece of meat.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

he instructed. "Why are you still standing here?" He questioned, baffled. "Father, do you know if by any chance, Bryce is an alpha," Wyatt questioned. "Don't tell me you fell for his lies, are you that stupid or do you enjoy being stupid?" Onyx mock. "I'm just asking,"Wyatt mumbled, he didn't like the fact he was getting insulted. "Bryce is a beta, I saw it the day he was born," Onyx stated.