Dani Ardor Novels & Stories

She nodded and sadly walked to her room. As I approached Dane, I raised my hand to touch his face and declared, “I don’t understand this ‘mate’ thing that everyone keeps talking about, but I cannot be yours. Please release me. Forget about me. Kendra is an exceptional person or wolf, whichever you consider yourselves. She would be the ideal mate or lover. I assure you; I am not what you want, and I must remain here for Kara. I beg you, free me.” As the words left my mouth, my heart pounded with fear, and my insides felt like they were being crushed. I even felt as though my heart had torn in two. It was challenging to breathe, and my lungs felt tight, but I couldn’t explain the emotions I wa

He attempts to touch me and becomes annoyed when I pull my arm out of his reach. “Go away!” I glare at him while wondering where the hell Reaper was. “You must have some sort of concussion!” “No I don’t! I know exactly who I am and where I am!” “Rudina, what is going on with you. You are so angry.” I look to Daryl, he hadn’t said anything. His blue eyes remained on me and there was a small curve on his lips. I wanted to ask him about us, but I knew it would be pointless. Whatever world this is. Amber has made it to suit her.

“So we’re ghosts, then?” I strapped on my dagger belt. “Exactly. We go in, fix this, and leave before the whispers start.” He turned to leave, but then stopped at the threshold, his body stiff. “There’s something else,” he said, hesitating. I looked up, eyes narrowing. “Speak.” “I heard from a contact... Lord Ardan is there.” I went still. Lord Ardan. That name was a curse in my blood. A high-born from the inner circle of Northern Watters. A man with influence, cunning, and a vendetta. He never forgot a slight. And he had one against me from years ago.

“So, this means you are not welcome at my niece's birthday. And stay away from my stepson too. As for my Luna, well, just remember she killed her own sister for crossing her. Best take that as a lesson.” “I'm her boyfriend. She can break up with me herself,” Dan demands and actually tries to square up to me. Bear- How cute is this? Me- Is he squaring up to me? Bear- Yeah, I think he is. Me- Awe. “Darlin, your EX-Boyfriend would like a word,” I call behind me. Ari opens the door and walks toward us. “Dan, I’m really sorry I didn’t call you. Anderson and I got caught up in the mate bond haze,” Ari talks, I take her hand and kiss her head. “But he is my fated mate. The goddess wants us to be to

I smiled at him as he hugged me and pecked me on the lips, then held my waist protectively, marking his territory. "And you are?" he asked a sad-looking Jasper. "Jasper Reid, an ex-college mate of Dana," he replied putting out his hand for a handshake. Philip scanned the hand, as if skeptical to accept it, but accepted it anyway, giving it a firm grip. He released his hand from Philip's grip, smiling nervously. "I should get going now, it was nice seeing you again, Dana," with a polite nod, he excused himself. I breathe out a relieved sigh that I didn't know I was holding.

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

Not fazed by the slap, he grins down to me "Like I said, it's all good mama" A couple of hours and a few drinks later, Arnold and I are tearing up the dance floor. Daniel went to the office or something. I guess paperwork is his idea of fun. "ARNOLD I LOVE THIS SONG" He's dancing behind me "ARLO!" I turn to face him "WHAT?" he takes my hands and we continue throwing some serious shapes

His signature white coat looked deeply wrinkled, and he smelled of bitter anxiety. ​"What are you doing here?" Bettoni asked coldly, closing the heavy book. ​Ardon walked quickly across the library and stopped right in front of her oak table. He looked down at her with obsessed eyes. ​"You need to stop this insane game, Bettoni," Ardon pleaded desperately. "You proved your point perfectly. You made me incredibly jealous. Now, you need to divorce him before he actually kills you." ​Bettoni stared at him in pure disbelief. He actually thought this was all about him. He was so deeply arrogant.

"Better than watching Tadhg Walter enter the Arnold family pharmacy!" "How dare he?" Adonis Arnold said angrily. "Okay! Everything depends on you! I'll set up a meeting soon, get the True Fire Cult gem!"

And then I saw him. Arden Voss. Black tuxedo. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. Hazel eyes. Slicked-back hair. Easily over six feet tall. He looked unreal. Too perfect. Too powerful. Brianna Anderson is one lucky witch, I thought bitterly. “You finally found a way to trap me,” Arden said coldly without greeting anyone. “Who knew someone like you would stoop this low?” Wow. Not just rude. Disrespectful. “Arden!” his mother snapped gently.