Erinn Veronica Westbrook Novels & Stories

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

A narrow path opens where there hadn’t been one before. Someone steps through. She looks human. That’s the most unsettling part. Dark hair pulled back in a practical knot. Lean build. Clothes designed for movement, not decoration. No glow. No distortion. No wrongness scraping at my senses. Midnight recognizes her. The land doesn’t recoil. It waits. “Well,” she says lightly, glancing around at the clearing, the wounded wolves, the scorched earth already knitting itself whole. “You certainly made a mess.” Ethan moves in front of me without thinking, his posture loose but ready. “You have about three seconds to explain how you walked into a secured territory.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“This pack runs on my funds, and while it’s self-sustaining within the pack, Blackwood INC is the reason I’ve been able to make Blackwood the largest wolfpack on the West Coast. But there were… personal reasons. I wanted to design something that protected people against evil.” Silence seemed to stretch between us as she mulled over my words. I took the time to really study her. Erin’s eyes were a shade of blue that I’d never seen before. Similar to periwinkle, but with flecks of arctic blue. Her dark hair looked like cherry cola when the sunlight hit it just right, something I hadn’t noticed before. It complimented ivory skin tone. A tiny scar sat in her right eyebrow, creating just enough s

I heard Erin say as she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned on the locker next to me with her arms crossed. Erin is my friend, and she was not just any woman but a beautiful and radiant transwoman whose captivating charm surpassed even that of the famous Jessica Cross. Erin possessed a grace that mesmerized those around her and a femininity that was truly awe-inspiring. With her luscious brunette hair flowing smoothly down her back and her enchanting gray eyes that shimmered like moonlit skies, she effortlessly captivated the hearts of all who set their gaze upon her. Erin hailed from a proud Latin heritage, with roots that added an extra touch of exotic enchantment to her already ca

I always pretend to drop by, greet her and tell her my father the Alpha sends his regards, but my wolf, Arrick, knows who we're really dropping by to see. Veronica Sanders. The love of my life. Words aren't enough to describe her. In fact, perfect isn't even sufficient enough to cover her sterling qualities. Veronica, despite being an omega, is the sweetest person in the Wolf Ridge pack, and everyone adores her. She's got long, wavy mousy hair, and her cerulean-blue eyes reminds me of the deep blue sea. They sparkle whenever she smiles, like she's genuinely the happiest person on the planet, and that smile has always been my favorite thing about her. She's a 5'8, too short for a shifter, but

There was a knock on her door, “Who’s there?” “It’s me.” He opened the door. “Ellaine—” “I go by the name of Inwë now.” She should draw the limits now. “Are you going back to Earth?” It hurt Finrod’s pride to hear himself asking pathetically. “Yes.” Inwë turned her back. She can’t take seeing Finrod’s face a bit longer when she was about to go home. She’s afraid she can’t leave him. But she had to pull herself together. They can never be. A witch’s life is a life of reclusion. And besides, Finrod has a world to support.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.