Delta Burke Novels & Stories

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number. "You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up. "Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-" I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked. "107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

he clenched the glass and coldly uttered. Maverick arched his brows and casually took an indifferent glance at Burke. Clearly, he was unfazed by Burke’s words. Burke gnashed his teeth together, feeling that he was going to get infuriated to death by two… no. Three people. Burke sat up and stared at Maverick seriously. “What's your plan? You can't lock that woman up for life. Hasn't she given birth to quadruplets for Corbyn Cirillo? Playing such a risky game for a substitute…”

Fergus asked. “No! You said David is a brat that appeared out of nowhere. If others find otu you’re acting against someone like this and even asked for my help, wouldn’t I look very bad? If you can endure this and not do anything, I’ll naturally take action against him after the banquet,” Burke rejected, He said this not because he wanted to take action against David. Instead, he wanted Fergus to think that he would do something as long as Fergus stayed put. Burke knew that despite looking like a nobleman, Fergus was actually very narrow-minded.

However, they often kept low key and had hired people to do this for them. Darcy didn’t respond and kept typing furiously; his black screen was filled in green and red commands. After 30 mins, he turned his laptop to face the rest and spoke through gritted teeth “See for yourself.” Five curious faces stared at the screen. Gone was the black screen with green and red commands, instead were four mini windows covering the entire screen; on the top left corner was a window from Dark Net open with an anonymous job posting that had been marked as completed – POI- Emile Burke; Holidaying in Mossel Bay; wanted dead; confidential and urgent.

“Can’t you ever arrive on time?” I didn’t understand his hatred towards me; I always ignored them. The Burkes had two daughters, Sorya, Ryan’s mother, who had taken over her grandfather’s place in the family's technology and security company a few years ago, and Cibila, the mother of twins Nick and Stefan, who showed no interest in learning to run the businesses. Nick had big blue eyes, tan skin, straight hair, and full lips, with a slim body that resembled Ned’s and currently owned a chain of restaurants.

“Yeah, Kiev definitely won't forget to kiss me on the cheek with his hard sole the next time we meet. That's why I don't want to meet him." "Well, I heard he growled furiously when they found your car, but not you." "That's not my car. You must return it to Hazel's secretary husband." “Oh that annoying madam. Eden Burke. I can swear that woman is more annoying than Kiev. Her arrogant style disgusts me. When you didn't tell me right away where you ran off with Hazel, I came to her office to ask her secretary. But she annoyingly keeps stalling me by saying all kinds of nonsense.”

"Bobby! Get up! If you don't hurry, I'm eating breakfast without you!" A bright voice came from the kitchen, clear and full of life. Almost stumbling, I rushed out of the room. In the kitchen, my sister Destiny wore an apron and was plating fried eggs. She turned and grinned at me, showing two small canines. "You're so lazy! I already made breakfast, and you're still in bed! Go wash up!" My throat tightened. My nose stung. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The system's final words echoed in my mind: [Sibling revival complete. Memory has been safely neutralized.]

And I mean everything. Werewolves are slimy things, often absent from human records. A lot of us have no birth certificates, identification, accounts or social security numbers. But no one can go completely undetected, not with the right person trawling the right databases for the right things. Over the last decade, we’d been collecting information on wolves across the globe, monitoring their movements and assessing the threats they could pose. Since the attacks last month, my men in Washington D.C. had been working tirelessly with Luca as head of operations. “A couple of things have come up,” I said, reaching into my drawer, “Attacker number one was seen on CCTV abandoning a car outside the

If she could change her body, maybe she could change his mind. But that wasn’t the only thing she considered changing. Her silver hair—so rare, so unmistakably hers—began to feel like a burden. She remembered overhearing from Martha that Valerian’s ex-mate, the one who had broken his heart, was a petite woman with raven-black hair and dark eyes that had once ensnared his soul. Compared to her, Nivera felt like a ghost. What if, deep down, Valerian was still grieving that loss? What if her presence only reminded him of what he no longer had?

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur