Eric Delko Novels & Stories

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

He walked into the living room and dialed a number in his phone, when the call connected, he said, “you order is ready, where is the pickup?” “Wow, that is indeed great, I heard the news this morning. Drago is really vexed and is ready to do anything to get his daughter back,” the man replied. “I care not, just tell me where I will make the delivery and collect the rest of my money,” he ordered. “Fine, listen El Diablo, there is a small issue, I didn’t know you would deliver it on the sixth day so I’m not in the country, hold on to the package, you can deliver it to me tomorrow, I will send you the location.”

The weight of that doubt hung in the air like smoke. “Why are you here?” Edward asked, his tone guarded. “I came to find you,” their father said. “Because I was wrong not to stand by your side from the beginning.” The cloaked figure beside him shifted, and only now did Jacob realize the person was a woman—older, with silver braids wound over her head like a crown, her eyes luminous and faintly glowing in the firelight. “This is Ysolde,” their father introduced. “She’s the witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a child. And she’s the only one who knows how to undo it.”

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

Do not carry anything for me anymore. Adrian I read it twice. The attorney waited in silence until I looked up. “What happened?” I asked. “Mr. DeLuca had pancreatic cancer,” he said. “He continued traveling between Chicago while finalizing the trust separation. There were complications last month. He died two weeks ago.” The words landed softly. No thunder. No collapse. No feeling that the world had stopped. Just the quiet recognition that a chapter I had already closed had now been nailed shut from the other side.

don’t mean top ‘female’ warrior. She was over all the best. My sisters had followed in her footsteps and made the boys at the warrior academy look like total wimps. Dakota is 25 and Etta is 23. Dakota is the larger of the two and stands at a whopping 5’11”. She looked just like Momma and I and had a smart ass attitude that could really get under my skin. She could give me a run for my money in a one on one match and that was truly saying something. Etta was smaller and had a much different demeanor, standing at 5”6’ and looked exactly like our dad. She was kind and gentle for the most part, but if you pissed her off you were better off running than trying to fight. She was the wiz kid. I ha

They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already. “You can all follow along.” Dalton stated, trailing his eyes across all the pack members. When his eyes met mine, I winked at him. His eyes widened for a split second, clearly not expecting that I’d have done that. Mischief danced in his eyes, but he managed to keep his face straight. Shaking my head, I put some distance between the two girls standing beside me to follow along with the exercises that Jeremy and Rowan were demonstrating. Shortly after, Dalton mind-linked me, ‘Delilah asked me to bring Millie back to the pack house. I’ll be right back.’

Valentino says smoothly, “head of the Las Vegas branch of the Camorra, and his Godson, Carnage. Don, this is my wife, Nooria Delucca.” Don Martinez turns, his dark eyes lighting with interest as they land on me. He offers a slight bow of his head. “Mrs. Delucca. A pleasure. I must say, your husband has excellent taste.” I incline my head politely, keeping my voice steady. “It’s an honor to meet you, Don Martinez.” Carnage – which I'm pretty sure is his nickname – snorts a laugh. “I'd never guess the infamous Valentino Delucca got married. I always swore you'll die single "

I wondered, Swaying my hip to the beat of the music with Delvin right behind me. Our eyes met, wait was he throwing daggers at me or at delvin? I turned to delvin who was smilling lovingly at me. "You have to stop looking at him kelsi, you have to ignore and pretend he is not here" I instructed myself firmly focusing all my attention on Delvin. I returned hid smile and continued dancing moving closer to him, I was having fun when someone pushed me and I tripped over delvin who quickly held my shoulder for support.

He had turned into a dark, dangerous and calculating being. Furthermore, he grabbed the man by the collar and made him kneel on the floor in front of him. The man tried to wage himself with his hand, placing them on the ground in front of him so to be able to balance well. Without skipping a beat, Derek put his foot on both his hands, the hands that touched just her shoulders, and he stood down on them, as if he wanted to break them, so he won'tbe able to use the hands again to touch another shoulder.