Francois Bergeron Novels & Stories

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.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

I hissed rolling my eyes “ oh yeah so then why did you call her princess?hmm” he mocked making kissing sounds “ shut up and hook that camera up.” I growled We were able to get more work done this time due to the warm coats however two of them wouldn’t turn on so we have to put them up tomorrow once we figure out what’s wrong with them. Heading back in Creed takes the two cameras to the island pulling open the back. “ Do you see what’s wrong with it?” I asked

LORENZO She roared, her eyes bloodshot, and from the other end came a gunshot... then a silence so sharp it pulled every nerve tight. My face stayed unreadable while Alina's shifted from one emotion to the next. "Bernard, answer me, you fucking idiot! Bernard!" "Give me a second. I'll show you what he's doing." Calmly, I tapped a key on my keyboard and turned the iMac toward her so she could see the overhead feed of everything happening out on that empty lot.

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Who is this guy? As I cast my eyes over him like a ravenous animal I can immediately tell he's substantially taller than me; at least 6ft 5. He has lustrously thick black hair that looks untidy but beautiful. His eyes are expressive and large that look as deep as rich, dark chocolate. To top it off his lips are a plump and sultry shade of deep pink. Oh my god! I don't think I've ever seen a man as beautiful as him. I can't call him handsome as that word just doesn't do him justice. Before I can look away he suddenly looks up and stares straight at me! My god, he has a fierce stare! I quickly look down and take a sip of my drink. No doubt he thinks I'm odd for staring at him like that. I feel

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

"B for Balducci. R for Regnante. A for Alleva. V for Vitali. E for Ettore. BRAVE." "Ettore? Who is Ettore?" "Vincenzo (Vincent) Ettore Moretti." "Ah." "They were such good boys, then everything just...fell apart." Teresa reminisced as she stirred the pot, a sad smile on her face as tears welled in her eyes. "It was so horrible. Oh God, the boys never recovered, they all went dark. You have to understand something, Rosalie, they weren't always like this. They weren't evil. But since that day, they never were the same..."

Chapter Five - Doubt Balor's POV "The Toronto police are saying that no arrests have been made for the murder of small business owner Tom Bringer. Police ask if anyone has any information to cal-"I turned off my television, slamming my remote down onto the glass table, shattering it. My jaw ached from me clenching my teeth together so hard. I gulped down the last of my scotch, chucking the glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces.

He quickly shuffles back to the fridge, where he puts it under lock and key. “My apologies,” he staggers, moving back toward his workbench, putting some distance between him and us. “These were the files I was given on the rogues. You can go through them and see if you notice anything I missed.” He passes two manilla folders to us, one named *Rogue one, Sex: male, Age: 32* and the second *Rogue two, Sex: male, Age: 26*. “There are more, but these are the recent ones and with the most information.”