Francois Bergeron Novels & Stories

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

The man placed the cup of coffee on the table and stood up after noticing her presence, he had brown chestnut hair and emerald eyes. "This is Trevor, Nikolai's driver " Sam replied and Champagne nodded in understanding, she continued forward. "Good evening ma'am, I was sent to pick you up " the man spoke to her politely and Champagne sent him a small smile before turning to Sam. "Don't you dare leave, I will see you when am back " Champagne whispered in a warning yet warm tone before hugging Sam so tight. "I can't leave, I will be waiting for all the juicy gossip and take care of yourself " After Sam's reply, Champagne turned to Mr. Trever who had already stood up.

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

"Mr. Montego, I know how bad this must look, but I assure you, there is nothing at all between me and Isabella. I didn't even know she was associated with you." "She never mentioned me?" I asked, knowing full well the answer to that question. "No," he shook his head. I moved closer, my voice calm but laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm a fair man, Jason. But I don't take lightly to liars and people who think they can do as they please with my stuff." "I'm afraid I don't follow, Sir." Something didn't quite fit with him. Something was off here. I had seen a lot of scum in my line of work; I was able to sniff them out a mile away, but there was something about him that I couldn't place my f

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

I explained without taking my eyes off the judge who saw us inquisitive. “Can you talk later?” Matt interrupted us before going to the judge. "Don't worry, George, you can go on." "Sure,” The poor man cleared up again before continuing, "Well? Do you accept her?” “This beautiful woman with a French name?” Louis asked mockingly. "Hell, yeah!" “How about you, Evangeline Brooks? Do you accept Lord Louis Anderson third as husband to love and protect until death do you part?” Now it was me who gaped at the man next to me.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

"You're not sick but whatever, I don't care. I have things to do, I'm always busy doing stuff" “Like?” “Well” I paused “I have to eat and drink and blink and sleep and use the toilet, you know what? You won’t understand” “Those aren’t important stuff, sunshine. You’re leaving by six sharp. Oh, and we named your new friend Kevin, it's a stuffed frog" “You don’t get to make decisions for me. I’m not going to France and that’s it” “Look who’s acting all grown up” Mom said, throwing me a silly wink. "I was half your age at your age"

I asked quietly. He nodded. "What's your full name?" Mariano's head turned sideways. He looked me in the eye, sceptic for a moment, before saying hardly, "Mariano Wolfe Lionelli - Montefiore Rivera." "Wow, that's...long." He smiled a bit. "Yes, it is, Isabelle May Forte." My eyes widened. "How do you know my middle name?" I whispered. He leaned in ever so slightly, a jesting smile playing on his lips, but it was enough to set my nerves on fire. "I know everything about you, Bella," He said.