Claim Of A Story Novels & Stories

They weren't hungry for food. Kael lifted Luke, turned him around, and slammed him face-down on the counter. The cold stone against his stomach and the heat of the brothers made him cry out. The shirt was up to his waist, showing his butt. It was rough. It was a claiming, in their home. There was no care this time, just the need of three men who knew one night with Luke wasn't enough. Luke's cries echoed, his fingers digging into the stone as they took turns breaking him down again, reminding him who he belonged to before the day even started.

"It details my history, interests, professional skills, career path, earnings, and financial holdings. Please, feel free to go through it at your own time. "To be perfectly frank, my objective for this meeting is marriage. My social circle doesn't have many women, which allows me to promise absolute fidelity. Once we wed, I intend to uphold every commitment I make today, and that includes a non-compensatory transfer of all my individual assets to your name. "I have no intention of imposing any burden upon my partner, so she will enjoy total freedom as long as our marriage remains intact. If you are alright with these terms, it is my sincere hope that my proposal..."

Clive says quietly, jaw hanging open like a broken drawer. "You boys all look little kids on Christmas morning" I observe, earning chuckles. "You're speaking, like actually talking" Austin says, shocked. I slide from the desk, suddenly unable to sit still. The thoughts are flying around my head. "It's about time I did" they seem to notice my distress because they turn suddenly serious when Clyde frowns at me. "What do you mean you know?" I take a breath and turn to look at all of them. "They have a claim and I'm the proof. I'm the reason they're using to fight against you"

“He didn’t give you a file on me?” “He did, I said I didn’t need it. I already knew you from that night, I didn’t see the point. Plus, I wasn’t completely against marrying you. You are one of the few people around me that has seen my full face before and didn’t think I was a complete monster.” There is an even longer silence. Vera sighs and finally asks the golden question. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” I was dreading this part of my life for a very long time, having to sit and explain all the things that happened that night was never something I would willingly do and everybody that mattered to me knew what happened so there had never been the need for anyone to ask.

But I realized something far better than escaping. Using my next home to search for mama. Because I know the truth as to why she disappeared, and it’s buried in this marriage. All those letters I saw in my papa's drawer were all from her. Passing him information all written in codes, but I could remember a club named Voyage. Too bad I couldn’t get more information when I went to New York in search of more answers. Every choice I made, and every dream I had was always too small for him, too inconvenient and too demanding. My life wasn’t mine. Just a tool and a pawn. And now he wants to trade me off like I’m nothing more than a bargaining chip in one of his filthy deals.

“Pulling you out.” “I know,” I repeat. “And the headline still frames it like he started the war for fun,” she finishes. I close my eyes. “The truth doesn’t matter,” I say. “Only the version that makes the best story.” “Then maybe,” she says, “you should start telling yours before they finish writing theirs.” I open my eyes. Look at the photo again. Blurry. Out of context. A story with all the wrong authors. For the first time, a thought I’ve been holding at arm’s length creeps closer:

"Are you suggesting I staged my son's kidnapping?" "I'm suggesting that everything about your return is suspiciously timed." I knew I should stop talking, knew I was revealing too much, but the words kept coming. "You show up claiming Zeke has a son he never knew about, right when Cameron's parentage is being questioned. You have this dramatic story about being pushed off a cliff and surviving against all odds. You need Zeke's resources and protection. It's all very convenient." "You're delusional." "Am I?" I laughed but it sounded unhinged even to my own ears. "Or am I the only one willing to say what everyone's thinking? That maybe, just maybe, you're not the tragic victim you're pretendin

Not about mates or broken trust or images which invaded my mind and thoughts. This is about blood. My blood. My father’s name has been dragged through dirt by people who wore his house like a costume. His legacy didn’t die with him, it was stolen without remorse. And I’m done waiting for someone else to help me reclaim it. If the Black Ledger is here, and my instinct which dares to scream that it’s here is right, then all this ends tonight. I need the ledger. I regained my confidence and resolve. When I find the Ledger and finally present it to the Council, it won’t be as someone’s mate. Not as a Rogue’s shadow. Not as a broken girl running from scandal.

He swore under his breath. I stepped forward. “What is it?” “They’re building a claim,” he said, his voice like ice. “On you.” My stomach twisted. “On me?” “They’ve crafted a story that you were promised to Glen by your father as part of a private trade agreement. That Glen has ‘legal’ rights to demand your return.” “That’s insane.” “It’s propaganda,” Landon said. “But it’s spreading.” I stepped back. “So now I’m some kind of asset.” “You always were,” Reule said.

She didn’t think she’d heard of a submissive wolf being the first one out of a pair of mates to lay claim. The idea of that made her smile widen. Oh yeah, not only had she claimed a dominant alpha male before he’d claimed her, but she was now going to totally seduce that alpha male. This was a story to pass down to the grandkids—when they were old enough to hear it, obviously. Tala was going to love it. “It means nothing if I don’t accept that claim. And I don’t. Do you hear me?” Onyx went nose to nose with her. “I don’t want you.” His wolf took a swipe at him for that. Onyx didn’t blame him.