Erinn Veronica Westbrook Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

“You mean you want to size her up. Dane doesn’t want you, why don’t you get it through that thick head of yours.” Veronica clenches her teeth and glares at Raven. “You don’t scare me. You tried that once, and look how that turned out. Maybe Dane needs a reminder of how meddling his baby sister is.” “Ladies?” Beta Eric strides towards us. “Am I interrupting something?” “No.” Raven snaps. “Veronica is just leaving!” “For now.” Veronica smiles at Beta Eric. As she turns to walk away, she tells Beta Eric that she is sorry to hear about him and his mate.

But Erin holds her head high as she answers confidently, "I am speaking on behalf of Chi... Charlie Winters whilst she is in her wolf form. So, her question is, why hasn't you shifted? Your the one who wanted to fight, right?" Bea growls homicidely at Erin, which is met by Elias and I snarling back at her this time, defending our own as I look up at Erin, giving her a nod to continue, "and your question to who am I? Well, I am Erin Stone, daughter of the Regina Stone, head of security of the winter pack, and ..." I nod at her again, telling her it's okay, go on, keep going. "The rightful leaders closest friend and ally, loyal til the end, their right hand wolf, their sister, their family. I

Erin laid his pinkish cheek against Uriel's shoulder. "My name is Park Erin, nineteen years old, birthday on the thirteenth of October. I live in Busan, and have a little brother. I love the colour blue, and Kim Uriel is my first real friend. My hobby is writing poetry, amongst other things," Erin whispered, eyes shut, as his head faced the Moon. This was him, the him he wanted Uriel to remember.

I couldn't understand why she would doubt herself like this. After a while, we pulled back slightly, and I looked down at her, searching for answers. "Why do you feel this way? Has someone hurt you?" I asked, desperate to uncover the reason behind her tears and her uncertain question. "I want you to know, Sierra, that in my heart, you will be my Luna. I have sent messages to all the other packs, inviting them to witness the beauty and love that my Luna possesses. So, if you're questioning whether you're making the right choice, then yes, you are doing the right thing," I reassured her.

My sisters voice yelled though the house. " Hey when did you get here?" I asked picking up both little ones that ran right for me. My sister and Erik made some beautiful girls. Aarya and Penelope both very gifted and very smart. They make my kids look like chumps. But they will still be able to go head to head in a fight. Penelope makes Katie laugh so hard that she pees herself so we make sure them two stay where we can see them. Penelope can control the elements and Aarya can control time. They are only 9 years old but coming along better than Briella did when she was 9. I remember when she found out they had powers she was freaked and didn't know if she could handle them. But I told her sh

I'm sure I look mortified as I stand up, "Hi, my names Bec and I'm from Livingston" I look around the room as I speak. It's hard not to notice all the kids giving each other pointed looks. "Well hello Bec it's so nice to meet you darlin, you can take your seat again," her thick Texas accent is almost too overwhelming for me. Luckily, she launches straight into the class without any further questions. I pretend to follow along while subconsciously doing little drawings around my book, trying my hardest not to think about the boy with raven hair.

Mabel said politely, flashing the company credit card at the doorman, "under the name Greyson Elliot." The doorman nodded, "your 10 o clock is here, Vivienne," he said into a walkie talkie before ushering us towards a blue velvet sofa. We'd barely sat down when a bottle blonde in an impossibly tight black pencil skirt and a pair of shoes so obviously designer even I knew they cost more than most people's monthly rent with patent leather and the signature red sole came tottering towards us. "Mabel," She beamed enveloping Mabel in a tight hug. "And this gorgeous young lady must be Zoe?"

I thought She must have forgotten we were in the middle of nowhere and I was doing the best I could to seek help. I tried shifting but the pain of my body contorting stopped me yet again before I could complete the process. The after effects were worse, I grunted with the last bit of strength in me and fell to the ground, my vision turning into a black void of echoes. “Lena, Lena, wake up,” my wolf growled, but I was far too gone, far too weak to move a muscle, far too gone to even breathe.