Clipped Season 2 Novels & Stories

he clipped out. ------------------------------------------ Authors Note Hmm... Cole, was that a confession? Is Cole admitting to being the traitor or is there something else going on?

Talon gritted his teeth, feeling his molars pound with the endeavors of not winding his arm back and socking the fellow right between the teeth for disrespecting his mate so blatantly. But some time recently Claw had a chance to chew the man out, he proceeded, “Is that why she cleared out so suddenly?” He felt his heart pound interior of his chest. What?! Shoving his drink into the reporter’s hand, Claw totally neglected the man’s shocked sputtering and slipped absent from his small bunch. There was no way she’d fair cleared out him like that, right? He attempted to rationalize to himself, heading over to a calmer portion of the dance floor to drag out his phone. Why would she do that in the

“We’ve contacted every platform we could. Most of the clips are already gone. We’ve got alerts set up for re-uploads.” Good. At least someone was doing their job. Stephen hesitated, then met my eyes. “I know you’ve got the video. You didn’t show it to me yesterday, and I get it. But I need to see it.” I didn’t respond right away. Just pulled out my phone, my gut twisting. “It’s not easy to watch,” I said. His expression didn’t waver. “I still need to.” I tapped the screen and handed it to him. He watched in silence. When Claire took the hit, I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch. Fury. Pain. But then, pride. When she landed that uppercut, something fierce and warm flickered behind his eyes.

Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Two predators had just decided to hunt each other.

Unless it had something to do with her ex-husband and the money? Whatever it was, though, it was definitely shady. Griff watched as Claire climbed out of her car, approached the second one. A man got out and Griff raised his binoculars to his eyes. The snow was slowing down a bit and thinning out, so Griff actually had a pretty clear view of the guy’s face. Nothing remarkable, and certainly not one known to Griff or Solid Security.

Eyes glued to the screen like Penthouse hadn’t just been murdered in cold blood by soccer. I blinked. “Excuse me?” He turned lazily, raising a brow. “Did you—change the channel?” A pause. Then he smiled. “Yeah.” “Wow. Bold move,” I deadpanned. “Do you usually hijack a woman’s therapy session or is today special?” He laughed. A genuine, low laugh that did weird things to my spine. “Therapy session?” “Yes. That show was healing me. Do you know how long it took me to get over Season Two’s cliffhanger?”

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Kelly stretch out his hand trying to pull Clara into a hug Clara brushed him away and said with a dark face "I'm not going to the Desert with you until you show me the clip you claimed to have" "what do you mean?" "don't play dumb! you know what I meant!" "really?" Kelly stood up, he crossed his arm across his chest "you've grown wings to challenge me right?" "I really don't have time for chitty talks, show me the clip. that's all!" Clara half yelled. sensing she's been played

She spotted me holding the clip behind my back and frowned. “You look better this way,” I said casually, shooing her off. She tried to grab it again, tiptoeing awkwardly and nearly losing her balance. She leaned into me, her hands gripping my shirt for support. Our bodies were close—too close. I could feel her heartbeat against me, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world froze. “Why did you...?” she whispered softly. “You look better without it,” I repeated, slipping the clip into my pocket. “Now, go back to your work.” I turned and walked away, leaving her there.

Misty landed on the floor with a thud) ROSE: (got down from the air and her wings disappeared) Is any body hurt? LOGAN: Nope. Great Job Rosie. MISTY: It isn't over yet. CLAIRE: Oh I think it is. Tornado blade (the air surrounding Misty grew strong and blades started coming out through the wind, slashing her until she vaporised) ANYA: That was a great finishing move (high-fived Claire) LOGAN: (siren blaring) Good cops, always arriving when the show is over.