Francois Bergeron Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath as I prepare myself for what he’s about to say next. “Unfortunately, yes. Eailer today I caught your future Beta trying to kill Bonnie out in the forest. He wasn’t alone, he had help but that person isn’t from your pack. She’s connected to my past and will be dealt with accordingly.” Instant anger consumes my entire body. “You fucking what!”

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Aaron asks. “Hello, I am Doug Bohannon, and these are my brothers Sean and Zach. We are the owners of Bohannon Security and Technologies. We have recently been given a laptop that we found some interesting information on regarding your ex-wife Regina. We have the information here, and we would appreciate it if you and your sons would listen to it. After, we will answer any questions that the three of you have.” Doug says. “What has that evil bitch done now. She already ran our sister off.” Logan sneers.

I looked at the faces of each person seated around, waiting for one of the fools to talk. Charlotte sat beside me, her face holding the same irritation that mine held. At that moment, I was internally glad that I chose her over her dumb cousin. She supported my ruthless actions and saw reason in my rage, unlike Roberta who just wanted to wrap the whole world in a disgusting, lovey dovey hug. “Sir, it would not be wise to seek trouble from the Narcisse territory by making such an example of these men”, someone finally said. It was the head of the bank. Of course, that greedy asshole had something to say.

the men agreed, also placing their fists over their hearts. When the Hirðstjóri had rushed off, Birger and Erik hesitated, their eyes wary. They began speaking in hushed tones. "What do you think Magnus will do to Brandur once he captures him?" Erik asked, his eyes intent on his fellow warrior. Birger's lips tightened into a straight line before he spoke. "I'm worried he will try to make an example of the man." He shook his head. "I don't like the things he said at the meeting last night." Looking around to make sure no one was near them before he spoke again, he continued, "I fear his paranoia is growing and he is not making wise decisions. How can he even think the things he said about his

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."

“Identical?” “Identical!” Confirmed the crazed boyfriend. “The suits are most certainly not identical. Their suits are grey. Mine is more of a charcoal colour…” “I’m going to blow you’re fucking head off!” David shook his head. “I know you really don’t want to do that Christopher.” “And how the fuck do you know what I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want my girlfriend back and I want her back right the fuck now…”

“ Where are you going? “Nikolai asked when he noticed me following him. “ What do you mean? I’m going with you to meet Florian and Anabelle, “ I answered like he was crazy for even asking that. “ No, you’re not. Go to Lily or relax. “ I was shocked by what he was asking. He was the one who had insisted that he and I were a package deal but now he wanted to separate the package. “ Why? Didn’t we say that there are no secrets between us? “ He sighed and put his hands on my cheeks. “ Look, I know what I said but we are going to talk about things I know you can’t fathom to listen to. Anabelle is a mafia enforcer although she is a freelancer and can work for anyone. “

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

the Minister asked. "Yes, I do," Donovan responded confidently, earning a round of applause from their spectators. "Boma Braide, do you take Donovan Garret to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the Minister turned to her. Boma hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Donovan and the people, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions. Her voice was steady but carried a hint of uncertainty. "Yes, I do." She replied. The moment felt charged, a blend of opulence, emotional complexity, and hidden turmoil, leaving the attendees unaware of the storm brewing within Boma's heart despite the slight hesitation.