Character Novels & Stories

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

She cried silently, wondering what would become of her. How was she going to get out of this place? She doesn’t even have an idea where she was. She cried until her throat became sore. “How did you get in here?” Kimberly heard a deep husky voice ask. She looked up and her eyes met with dark angry ones. Standing some feet away from her was a handsome 6ft 3inches tanned skin guy with long black hair and beard that looked so soft and a tattooed right arm. The tattoos were quite intriguing.

He paced back and forth, muttering more nonsense before leaving and locking the door behind him. Who was he talking about? Who promised her to him. She started to feel tired again, and before she knew it, her eyes were closing. She tried to fight the urge, she needed to stay awake. She needed to remember. She just felt so weak. She thought of her stranger, her mate, she thought of Ethan, Lily, and her wolf Ava. She thought of her dad, Sarah, and Landon. Her mind went back to her stranger. Her stranger, who was also her mate. She wanted to feel him again as she had felt him in her dreams. Her whole encounter with him had to have been a dream, especially as her body started to drift off, and h

For the first time in months, the cold inside me stopped. This man was sweet. Maybe he was my mate and he would change everything about me. Afterward, I lay shaking against his chest, trying to catch my breath. His fingers went through my rough, unkempt hair. “I enjoyed you, mate,” he whispered, his deep blue eyes soft yet really possessive. “You are stronger than you realize, Annie. Sleep now and regain your strength.” His words cut through the warmth I was feeling in my body. I tried to push myself up, but my limbs were hard as stone. “Wait… what is your name? What pack do you belong to?”

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

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Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

I say and she leaves the room and shuts the door. I love to read this book. The movie of the first book is already out but I don't saw it. I don't even know the look of the cast. And I don't want to know it actually. I like the bad boy Hardin but if there is an ugly actor playing his role I can't read the books anymore. I know that's very dumb of me but I just can't.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.