El Teca Señora Acero Novels & Stories

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

Amara Rechner-Steel. ****tbc****

That’s why she doesn’t have a computer, realises Mia; the table is the computer. It isn’t some parlour trick, she knows that without a doubt; and for Alphatech to own that kind of technology, or even manufacture it, that speaks volumes about them. “And the Miss?” the receptionist asks with a gesture towards Mia. But Andrew waves the gesture off. “She’s with me,” he says. “Now, is Mr. Londermann in or not?”

The woman behind the desk, middle-aged with thinning grey hair, scurried to the back and appeared a moment later with a brown bag in hand, "Don't touch it." "Wasn't planning on it," Ace grinned menacingly, "thank you." "It always a pleasure helping you, dear," she called as we exited the shop and bid her farewell. "I'll get someone to drive your car home, we can take mine," Ace informed, ushering me toward a black SUV, "you don't mind me stealing you for the day?" "Uhm..." If I wanted to understand Ace better then I would probably have to spend more time with him. I was doing this to pass a class so it wasn't as if I were missing out for a random hook up, "yeah, it's fine."

Mom pivoted to Ace’s direction, one eyebrow arched up. “Excuse me, sonofabitch!” “I'm just saying. Respect her, she's my wife and a part of the family. This family!” Ace hissed back. I hated the way things had turned out. Looking at Angel, she wore an undisputed expression. It seemed as though she liked what she was seeing. As though things were unfolding exactly the way she wanted. Lulu clamped her fists together between her and Ace’s face, before barking out loud: “Ace, you're…”

Ace said with a grin. "I will try, but I make no promises, " she replied with a bright grin. "You look gorgeous, Bella!" Tessa beamed, grabbing Bella's hands and admiring her outfit. "I love that top. It is such a shame that it will get ruined once you shift during the fight," Lira said. My eyes snapped in realization. An image of Bella with her beautiful perky breasts, toned body, and supple skin all on full display to the spectators' perverted eyes turned my blood into lava.

PAY THE PRICE. Elena dove, knife slicing the tendril. Ichor burned her hands, but she didn’t let go. “Not yours!” she screamed. “Never yours!” Mamá smashed the skillet into the web, severing a branch that reached for Marco. “Twenty seconds!” Marco’s voice was a growl. “Almost there.. The laptop exploded in a shower of sparks. Gold light poured from the cracked screen, flooding the room, merging with the red. The vein shrieked, thrashing, faces distorting.

Serena nods, and lifts Teia, bringing her over. She smiles and looks at Eliza, “Your first-born. Your daughter.” Eliza nods, and takes her carefully, “Galateia Marla Wild. My daughter, Teia.” Serena encourages her to try feeding her, there are a few moments of adjustment, where Eliza is trying to find the right way to hold her so she can reach the nipple, but then she sighs and shudders as Teia latches on. “It feels weird, good, but weird.” Serena nods,