Calla Kotlc Novels & Stories

Calla warned him, though her only weapon was a single high heel. Determined, Calla took off the other high heel and brandished both, ready to strike Mercer's head if he dared to come closer.

Wolves dropped to their knees without being told. Not in loyalty. In instinct. Kael felt it hit him like a blow. The bond he had denied, the power he had failed to defend, surged between them now, undeniable and absolute. She was Luna—not by claim, not by law, but by truth. He did not speak. He moved. Before the council, before the elders who had doubted her, before the warriors who had whispered fear and resentment, Kael, Alpha of Mooncrest, went to one knee. The Hollow erupted—not in sound, but in shock.

Calla said her hand going to his trousers holding his dick from the outside. "what the fuck–" before Killan could complete his words, Calla let go of his dick as she stepped back from him, her eyes still locked on him, before turning away with a faint smirk. She strolled to the chair she’d vacated earlier and sat down, crossing her legs with a slow, deliberate elegance. Reaching across the desk, she picked up a notepad and pen, flipping to a fresh page. Her pen scratched against the paper for several moments, her expression focused but unreadable.

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 walk out of the library and down the hall hearing his heavy steps behind me. Walking past Nancy, Zane and Luca I give them a small wave and an about to ask Nancy something when I'm swept of my feet and tossed over Caldera shoulder. "Put me the fuck down" "Shut the fuck up Hart" Zane gives me an amused look and I flip him off. Calder walks up the stairs and into my room the tosses me on the bed and hold me down.

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade. The mercenaries stepped back, forming a tight line behind her. Calla stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Lena. “You fight well,” she said, her tone almost admiring. “But you’re outnumbered. Surrender now, and I’ll spare your people.” Lena’s jaw tightened. “We’ll never surrender.” Calla’s smile vanished. "Then you give me no other option." From her belt, she took a tiny vial, its contents blazing a spooky red. ---

For the woman in red who smelled like wild roses and lightning. Calla stopped ten feet from the dais. She tilted her head, studying the scene with faint amusement. “Where…” Tanya’s voice cracked. She cleared her throat and tried again, sharper. “Where did you come from?” Calla rolled her eyes…slow, elegant, dismissive…and didn’t bother answering. Instead she glanced around the hall, taking in the flowers, the crystals, the stunned faces. “I see you’re having a fancy party here,” she said, voice smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. “That’s fine by me.”

Both of them are not hesitant to kill each other. "All this time, I always depend on them. The agile Indra, the magnificent teamwork of Iqbal & Reza, and the overpowering boss Koji. I am always underestimated even before joined with them. Now, I am not Katon, the nerdy inferior novelist anymore!" Katon pulls the Alumina spear from his waist and uses it to impale Franz’s abdomen.

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him