Claimed Book Novels & Stories

It's good he still remembers him as he should. " What is the deal with this kidnapping? You know I can sue you for that right?" Samuel passed lazily bitting the apple in his hand. " it depends" he crossed his legs. He nodded for Steve to enter. He then handed him a file which he slammed on the table" what is it? I hope you are giving me back what belongs to me?" After all, W&J belongs to the Willy family and he should be in charge of everything, not this little arrogant brat!

she says to him in a low voice, not wanting the shopkeeper to eavesdrop on their discussion. Archie stares at her in shock. “Emblem of gold?” he repeated in utmost surprise. “Isn’t that a book written by a group of men in the late 90s; they were later denounced vile of the death of an authoritative man.” he chuckles, wondering why she's looking for an unethical book like that. Kayla turns around to have a proper look at the young lad in front of her. “A book like this is something of a unicorn. How did you learn about this?” she asks with her arms crossed.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

“You brought a stranger home?” “I didn’t bring her anywhere. She brought herself.” “Well, that’s ominous.” Leona tilted her head. “What do I call this file? ‘Femme Fatale’?” “Call it what you want,” he said, sliding behind his desk. “Just find her.” Leona watched him for a moment. “This about your father’s charity deal? Because if you’re spiraling again—” “She stole from me.” That made her pause. Leona’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

It really was Luna’s secret diary. “Oh, uhm …” I jumped out of my chair and walked over to her so she wouldn’t pay too much attention to the book. “I’ve just been looking for some books on the pack's history of mating ceremonies.” My cheeks turned bright red. I knew the subject would definitely divert her attention and as a smile broke out all over her face, I knew that I had succeeded.

he said, giving her a gentle peck before striding in the direction his father had left in. Placing the used dishes on the large marble kitchen counter, Isobel glanced at Annie, who was busy scraping the scraps of food at the garbage disposal. “Annie, can I ask a question?” “Of course, dear.” “What’s a claiming mark?” Annie glanced at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Didn’t my son explain?” “No. I guess we didn’t get that far in the explanation. We kinda got stuck in the whole, he’s a wolf shifter revelation.”

He realized Shawn hadn't come alone to the party, he came with his fiancée, which is a man. The moment Shawn walked out of his Lamborghini with a tall, slender, beautiful man by his side, holding his arm, he walked into the Harvard Faculty Club. He saw that his two best friends, Daly and Mark, were right about the hero thing. Women surrounded them, and phone numbers were pressed into their palms and slid into the pockets of their slacks.

One by one, the younger wolves and allied packs stepped forward to offer their blessings and tributes to the old Alpha. I still had not appeared. Kael forced down the rising unease and stepped aside to call me. The line rang and rang. No answer. He called again. Still nothing but the flat mechanical tone. At that moment, a courier entered the hall carrying three parcels. All of them were addressed to the Blackthorn patriarch. Under the eyes of the guests, the old man opened the first box. Inside was a hand-embroidered tapestry of moon wolves offering blessings beneath a full winter moon. Anyone could tell it had taken months to complete.

he asks mockingly, making me wonder if he hears it, too. "Yes." I swallow down the knot of apprehension in my throat and force myself to move toward the handcrafted wood and glass box in the corner. Opening the door, I select a box of Bolivar Belicosos. They're pricey, but not in comparison to some of the hand rolled Montecristos in Papa's collection. "I believe these were the ones he asked for." Not wanting to give Roman an opportunity to poke holes through my lie, I turn toward the door.