Dot X Lance Novels & Stories

Calvary sighed in defeat and walked past Lance plucking out every visible came in the room. "Don't ever try this with me again. I hate it when people try to use me to get ahead." "You're overthinking everything." "I had better be." Lance hissed. "Let me get the girls." "Affirmative..." Lance said and took a seat on one of the sofas in the room. Calvary smiled and walked off. As soon as he was gone. Lance looked around the room, examining it before he gave a go ahead signals to AHUTA through his camera. After that, Lance sat back on his chair and took a pistol off his ankle strap. Then inserting a silencer, he crept to the door and opened it, and without going out, Lance aimed at the cameras

I reassure him, he didn’t have time to worry about me, he needed to stay focused. It was working, as soon as Isla and myself administered the poison the rebels started dropping like flies. “Keep going!” I shout to Isla as she was near Hong and now Rory. The two of them taking on a lycan rogue together. “Give him two doses!” I say to Isla. He was huge and needed to be taken down. The big bugger heard me and changed his tactics, starting to run towards me like a bull seeing red. “Shit!” I get my syringe ready but it wasn’t needed, Lance rams into the rebel lycan, stopping him in his tracks.

He was staring at the map with rapt attention. 'I think I know exactly where we are going,' Lance said still looking deep in thought. 'Where are we going Lance?' Dominus asked. 'Royal Touch Pack,' Lance answered. 'What. Lisa's Pack?' Dawn and I asked at once. Was meeting Lisa a coincidence or what?

I retort. I can tell he is afraid of something, but I am not sure what it is. Lance is the man whore out of the four of us. He is a serial dater and swears that he cannot settle down. I am not saying he hasn’t slept with his share of women, but he tends to date them, not fuck them, but he is also not a saint. “Listen just talk to her. Who know’s maybe she is the one.” I point out.

Lance was not only out of her league, but he was also a spin doctor. Without looking in his direction, Annalise felt Lance coming towards them. It was hard to miss all that tension. She turned her head and met his gaze, and she did not at all try to disguise her anger. He looked extremely tense and became almost pale when he saw Annalise shaking slightly her head. Let him stew! ‘Lance Hamilton, you are so damn lucky I like your mom. Otherwise, I would have called you out in front of everybody,’ her gaze was saying to him.

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.

"Chill, bro, I just wanted to see if she wanted to do something…." "Dude, read the room." Lance admonished as he stepped in between us when I made a move for the idiot's neck. "Look, look, look, I'm wearing new kicks; they have this badass suede design on the sides." I think Lancelot had too much sugar. What the hell was he saying? "It's a bitch getting blood out of suede, so why don't you just run along home, kid, and live to die another day." Shit, now he's James Bond.

I frown at his words, what does he mean by special breed? “Lance is a mafia and also a werewolf”

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

Where are Tony and Fang? I stare terrified as Lance’s fury builds to maximum. “Now you are just blatantly disrespecting me, and I've had enough! Lilliana, I warned you that if you betrayed me you would regret it and I meant every word!” To my horror he raises a gun and points it squarely at Drake’s chest. Drake freezes, the look in Lance’s eyes is murderous and I know he will go through with his threat. Over my dead body! “Lance no! You can't! Drake is under my protection and you must abide by that, if you want our marriage to work.”