Cal X Merrin Novels & Stories

she grinned before starting the car. "I know I can make a very good photographer," Mehr wiggled her brows, turning on the radio and Kun Anta by Humood alkhudher starts playing and she remembered Mashkur. God! Everything use to make her to remember him recently. She shake her head, today is her best friend's day and she'll not ruin it by thinking about him. So she starts singing with Afnaan. 🎵🎶🎵🎶 La la La nah tajul ma la

Alpha Kendrik started. “It is a very joyous occasion for our family and for the pack as well since our son will now be able to find our future Luna. I would now like to welcome the birthday boy, Callan Baraed on stage” Callan ascended the steps leading up to the stage. Everybody clapped and warmly welcomed their future alpha. Callan looked hot! He was wearing a black pant-suite with a black dress shirt underneath. It made his black eyes and black hair pop more. My wolf howled with joy in my head, I took a huge breath in and could smell Callan, even from such a great distance.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Merry’s voice is chipper, excited to talk to us. “Oh, tengo hasta siete pulgadas en el de Hakeem, (Oh, I’m up to about seven inches in Hakeem’s ass.)” Gael replies, punctuating his reply by moving in and out of me. “Fuck! Looks like I called at a really good time,” Merry’s voice is lower, breathier. “Would you like to watch, Merry?” Her name becomes one long moan as Gael smacks my ass. “Yes!” Her voice is filled with lust.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

Steven says leaving Zane, Casey and myself to continue watching the surveillance monitors. “How you handling all this Cal” Zane asks, name almost sounding foreign coming from him. “She’s only the beginning, I’ve had eyes on Hunter Gains and Fisher Colson for the last year” with a small laugh I pull my hood back some so only they can see my face and say “Every once and awhile I’ll have Dibs and Troy fuck with them” again I slightly laugh remembering the time Dibs broke into their apartment and flipped all the furniture around the rooms and wrote Your time is coming in their cats blood across the living room wall, “He sent me live video of the two fuck boys crying while talking to the police,

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

“You think I don’t know what Vrax is doing, how he watches me?” From behind me, Merrin spoke, his voice quieter but no less pointed. “Then get ahead of it.” I turned, meeting his steady gaze. Merrin’s pragmatism was a double-edged sword, his advice cutting through to the heart of the matter without hesitation. “Get ahead of it?” I repeated, a bitter edge creeping into my tone. “And how do you suggest I do that? Declare her my ally? Parade her around as a symbol of peace between wolves and humans?”

“No, it’s not possible, Xerra. I’m sorry. The person must be two days dead at most. And you know that we cannot use the Creyer anymore. The price is just too high!” My tears rolled down my cheeks freely. “Xerra?” Ponpon’s voice was that of concerned. I looked down at him, to meet his red eyes. “J-just rest, Ponpon. Don’t mind me. You’re tired.” “Okay,” he said quietly and closed his red eyes once more.

And me? I just stood there. Because what was I supposed to feel? Relief? Shock? Gratitude? Or fear… deep, cold fear. Merrin wasn’t a man who forgave easily. He wasn’t a man who spared lives. He ruined lives. He destroyed families. He killed without blinking. And now he was suddenly… wise? Merciful? Praising me? Something was wrong. Very wrong. Merrin lifted his hand again. The cheers softened. “There has been confusion these last few days,” he said. “Let me clear it.”