Descendants Mal And Ben Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What do your dirty claws want from my life?" Gerard snorts loudly, his nose twitching. "That is absolutely not for your female mind to decide. Tell my ears right now, what is your exact relationship with Derek Hale?" "He is just my ex-mate, and our paths have gone completely separate ways under the moon," Malia replies quickly, her chest heaving. "There is nothing left between our bodies!" "Good! Now use your device to call his wolf and tell his hands to come save your female flesh from my den," Gerard demands coldly, his alpha aura flaring.

And the remaining four Second Tiers—Calum, descendant of the Command Sergeant Major; Marco, descendant of the Corporal; Damiano, descendant of the Specialist; and Jacopo, descendant of the Master Sergeant—quickly caught up with the new structure of the organisation of the family business. Ben, being my PA, was settled in a corner, taking care of my blind spots. ***** I was at the back of the limousine as it sped back to Lux Corp. “Everyone seems satisfied to me,” Ben replied, his voice in my ear. “I’ll draw up the contracts and fix another meeting for the endorsement.” “Sure.” I paused and asked, “I thought you said you can’t make it for this meeting.” “Your wife wants me there—can I say no?

Ka-Rin had moved to the front, if not she too would have been stuck. “My dear daughter, I was doomed already. The weight of the hammer had already put a lot of strain on my heart, it was only a matter of time before I would pass. The arrow was meant to strike X, but found me instead. I am happy that it choose me and not you two. Yes, if it were not for X’s attempt to deflect it, he would have been the one to pass; but I would have soon followed. All hope would have been lost, as he is the last direct descendant.” Alyisha breath was heavy and started to become painful.

"That is the only way out—" "It's not the only way. I don't believe that for a second," Malcolm interrupted, his voice cutting through Mom’s explanation like a blade. He stood tall, despite the burns on his hand. "I’m sorry, Mom, but I refuse to sacrifice my wife for the sake of a clean legacy. Not again. I am not Nathaniel." "Malcolm... enough. We’ve burned through too much energy tonight," Dad said, stepping in and firmly placing a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. He looked between us, his eyes tired. "The sun will be up in a few hours. We can't think straight like this."

"He has no recollection of who he is anymore. In your absence, in Daniel's absence, he's crossed that threshold. He was already a different man a long, long time ago, since we lost our sons, and I thought I'd given up hope of recovery, but I must have been clinging to something. It's all for nothing, now. Mal is going to pass any day now. And I'll be alone." "I'm sorry. But we'll hold the pack steady, keep his legacy alive. You aren't alone." "Indeed. And you must be wondering why I'm bringing up my mate when you know I've brought you here to talk about Daniel." "No," said Beth honestly. "This has to do with the family. Alpha Mal, you, all of us. And if I want your blessing for Daniel and me

RONAN I blink. Malachi appears behind me. I heard him, alright. My jaw hardens as I frown at him. “That is impossible,” I spit out. “We hate him too much to become him. We’ve worked hard, okay?” My hands grip the sink tighter than I want them too. I can’t help it. “We’ve worked too hard. Neither of us is, nor will ever be dad. We are better men than he ever was, or will ever be.”

"Is this you? Thought you were dead?" He didn't look in the least pleased. Ben had his dick buried in the insides of Malia and had plans to fuck her all through the night till the very next day when she wouldn't be able to move an inch from her side of the bed. Only for his sleep to be disrupted by the arrival of Damon, informing him about the person who had come in from the night howlers pack.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “What are you talking about?” I can’t seem to let go of him. A buzzing has started in my head again, but this time it isn’t painful, it’s a lightness. My arms a ripped off of Ben, and my wolf lets out a low growl. She does not appreciate being separated from her mate. “The two of you can f*ck later. I want to know what the hell is going on in our packs. ANd I want to know NOW!” Malcolm snarls.

"No one heard what happened between us. It was private. Only I heard you moan and cry out. Only I felt your body shuddering when—" "Stop it. I shouldn't have done it. Not when you have Bridals wanting to join us." Malcolm balled his fists, fighting for control, but it was damned hard when he was starving. "There is nothing I can do about them. They wouldn't know how to survive on their own." "You're kidding me! How many centuries old do they need to be before they can grow up?"

The little girl clutched a ragged bunny and looked at him hopefully, “A real one?” “Yes, lass.” Malcom laughed as Owen slid into the car, closing the door behind him. “I live in a real castle.” “Ok then.” Serena nodded, “I can’t wait to go there.” “I can’t wait for ye to see it.” Malcom agreed. A pang flitted through his heart. First for the little girl who had been through so much at the hands of monsters like Henry Reacher, and also for the thought of the pups he so desperately wanted with Poppy. Would they have her red hair or his brown? He hoped they looked like her.