Bryce Loski Mga Nobela at Kwento

Darius: The moment the conference doors shut behind us, Liam rounded on me. His jaw was tight, his wolf bristling just beneath his skin. “What the hell are you playing at?” His voice was low, sharp, so no human ears could catch the venom in it. “Of all the placed that you decide to show yourself, you’ve been hiding like a coward, pretending to be nonexistent when you had your men in here all along.”

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

“Should I tell you the number of times that my son was injured since meeting your granddaughter? Or should I keep it up to you to understand that he is NOT safe around you or her. If anything, he seems to be getting more hurt as it goes, and YOU seem to be encouraging it.” “Both are getting injured just like we did. Unlike Lucas, they are going to be trained. They are going to know how to fight the devil when he…” Luna Claudia’s hand came in contact with Mario’s cheek as she slapped him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother.

Bryce saw the anger in Declan's face, so he said reluctantly to Larys, "I'm sorry, Mr. Compton. I've acted impulsively." Acted impulsively? It would have been better if Bryce hadn't apologized at all. His apology had made Larys even angrier. He clearly had no respect for Larys at all if he could slap him just out of a moment's impulse. Larys was the mayor of Steinberg. How could he just let things go just because Bryce had said that he had been impulsive?

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

All day the televisions repeated the images of the press conference. Everyone wondered who Theodore Hanson was, but quickly, the news of the youngest son of the Handson family, 18-years-old, who studied at Cornell and was the best Lacrosse player in high school, spread. Photos of Theo appeared in newspapers and magazines and paparazzi appeared at the college doors wanting to photograph him. College security kept them at a distance, but they tried to find points from which they could capture Theo's image, with their long-range lenses.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

Brye stared at nowhere while he listened to Luke, his words registering in his mind before his sight shifted to the lady who was already sleeping beside him, then shifting to the empty mug beside her. “She doesn’t drink beer” he muttered. Karlos frowned at him before trailing his sight on what Brye was looking at. “Yeah, and?” he frowned in confusion. Brye looked at Karlos before shaking his head, “nothing, just confused” he shrugged before taking his hoodie off and wrapping it around the lady.

"This is Bryce. He’s my future Beta, my best friend, and apparently, a professional nuisance." Bryce stepped forward, his eyes twinkling with a wicked sense of humor. "Nice to meet you, Luna. I’ve heard you’re a fan of spontaneous combustion. Very cool. Very edgy." Suddenly, Bryce froze. His gaze shifted from Jesse to Jackie, who was standing a few feet away, looking unusually speechless.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”