Dot X Lance 소설 & 이야기

I asked, hoping my bait was enough to throw Copycat off. "Keep your mouth shut, you dumb fuck," Lance said sharply to Copycat before returning his attention to the phone. "Robbie? Baby can you tell me where you are?" Lance's voice was laced with urgency and concern as he started pacing up and down the room. "You're fucking spare parts, nothing more," Copycat spat back at Lance. "Pathetic. You're clinging to me like a mutt. Let go, damn it," Copycat yelled, glancing back at me before reaching for the gun once more.

he answered with a sly grin, then whispered conspiratorially, "I spoke with Drake at the hospital while you were talking to Amy and he arranged it for us." "That was nice of him," I said, taking a sandwich. "How long have you known him?" "A long time," Lance said, taking a bite of his sandwich. I suddenly remembered that he had beautiful green eyes. "He's not a " "Vampire?" Lance finished, casually taking a sip of his dark, purple juice. "Yes, he is." "Wow," I said in astonishment. "I had no idea." "He hides it well," Lance replied, eating another sandwich.

One of us makes contact. "Fuck!" Lance curses. "I'm going to get you back good for that one," he promises as he makes his way to the penalty area. Jedd laughs. "Can't believe we got him out so.." His words are cut off by a shot to the chest. "Dammit."

I smiled at him. “As friends? I can do that. Just text me a day and time, okay.” My reply seemed to excite him. His handsome smile showed off his pristine white teeth. “Yeah, I will do that. Are you going somewhere? Let me get the door for you.” Lance ran to open the packhouse doors for me. I stepped in front of them just as the door opened wide enough that I could see Brax leaning against a bike. Where did he get that? “Oh, the dragon prince.” Lance jogged down the steps after making sure I was out of the way of the door. “Hey man, we haven’t had a chance to meet. I’m Lance. It’s nice to finally meet you.” They shook hands.

he said with a smile, “and I you. Ye are a gifted lass.” Lance possessively resting his hand over mine brought me back to the situation; as well as to the fact that there were others in our company. I knew that he was aware that my reaction to Anton wasn’t one of fear or revulsion and I probably should have left my hand under his as a sign of affection and assurance, but I was still too annoyed with him. So, as inconspicuously as possible, I pulled it away. The look of hurt and worry in his dark eyes showed his concern even though his body language and pattern of speech did not. “Anton has the ability to teleport,” Lance explained with a tone that didn’t in the least coordinate with his

“I knew you hurt her, Wade… but not like this. Not like some rabid animal. I despise you.” Her eyes glisten, but she blinks hard, refusing to let the tears fall here. Not in front of him. Not in this place. She lowers the phone, her voice razor-sharp. “How did you even get this?” Across the booth, Lance leans lazily against the leather seat, his glass of whiskey untouched. That dangerous half-smile spreads across his face, devilish and deliberate. “I have my ways,” he says simply, his voice silk over steel. She looks at Lance, eyes wide, breath heavy.

"Lance, are you deliberately sending them to bully Soulrend Pack?" She tried to release Luna's soothing aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance's cedar dominance, stumbling three steps. Alpha Howell, already indecisive, was now completely flustered at seeing Dwight beaten. He was about to speak when Lance's sudden golden-red vertical pupils pinned him in place—the surging menace in them made his nape glands tighten. "Alpha Howell, I suggest you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me," Lance's cedar aura carried a chilling warning.

So, it tracked, and that combined with the fact the had no scent, something that should have been impossible to do; only a higher power could do that as I knew of no creature that could completely mask its smell. I made a fist, and punched straight out, releasing a small gust of wind. As I did it became tinged with black veins, and I saw small flames begin to dance on it. It slammed into the target and lit it on fire, while simultaneously squeezing it with thin black bands. Then a slim silver light began pushing against it, away from the target, it created a half an inch space between them. Lance was standing next to me, sweat beading on his forehead as he concentrated, his eyes locked on th

Lance spoke up, "You should leave." "No, I'm not leaving until I get some answers, and I'm not leaving without seeing Roxanne." Colton stated as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and glared Lance. The noirette was a bit taken aback, but as soon as he recovered, a mocking scoff left his lips. "Ha, the nerve." Colton's hand tensed and his hand balled into a fist, "What was that?" Lance glared, "The nerve you have is truly admirable. Not many people are as daring as you are."

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”