Gathermate2 Classic Novelas e Histórias

Rainwater ran in dark ropes from her matted hair, and her face had gone blue-white with cold. Only her eyes stayed startlingly bright. Tucker, the gatekeeper, summed her up in his own words. "This girl's missing a screw somewhere, running to a stranger's house in rain like this. "And I sure can't bring her in soaked to the bone like this to see the Marquis and the Marchioness. What if she catches a chill and gets everybody else sick too?"

I looked at him, my heart cracked at the quiet devastation in his eyes. “What do we have to lose?” It was a painting of a forest glade, soft light filtering through green leaves and a young girl laughing beneath a tree. Something about it felt too deliberate, it was the only part of the house that was covered in dust. Caelum reached up and lifted it off the wall, behind it was a small steel safe, its surface dull and cold. A keypad blinked faintly under the layer of dust. It looked out of place with the traditional look of the house.

One of the Crystal White Pack's gammas, Lucas, had caught up to us. "Just a statue, gamma," one of the rogues replied. "We're taking it to the ball for repairs." Lucas narrowed his eyes. "At this hour? And in a sack?" The rogue hesitated. "It's... uh... delicate. We can't let it get damaged the more." Lucas frowned. "I want to see this statue." “Gamma, gamma, we've been sent by the alpha and he needs us to repair this quick, you're wasting our time” one of the rogues said as I tried to make sounds to get his attention.

she responded in an irritated tone and slammed the file on the table. She then looked at the time and sighed. "It's indeed late," she muttered. She got up and stretched her arms, finally preparing herself for rest but her phone rang again. This time it was Naveen. She picked up the call. "Yes, Naveen?" "There's a problem, Miral," Naveen spoke in a worried tone. "What happened?" She questioned. "One of our dealers called me a few moments ago," he muttered. "So?" "His top most consumer. His son has mistakenly inhaled the drugs and has fallen seriously ill. He is complaining that the drugs aren't of proper quality," Naveen spoke in a worried tone.

'' I don't want to anger him more, so I obediently turn around and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is nice, with a big bath near the window, allowing me to see the starry night outside, two sinks and the shower stall, everything's white marble, only black towels and golden faucets give some color. I want to lock the door, but how nice, there is no lock.

Gary asked and I quirked a brow at him. "I don't remember you being this hospitable," I commented with a small smile and Gary shrugged. "We all have changed, haven't we Luna?" He retorted with a pointed look at me as he handed a cup to me and led me outside. I took a sip of my coffee and closed my eyes as the cool night breeze blew on my skin. "The arrow was carefully crafted with the intent to kill. The head was lathered with more silver than the rest of the body." Gary spoke up and I turned to him.

The damn thing is too powerful to resist. This was going off my plans, I never even wanted a mate. I didn't want to be tied down by the mate bond. It was sick despicable thing that one weak, my mother was a great example. She didn't leave or reject him when he could have, she trusted in the mate bond and let it consume, she embraced it, never even tried fighting against for the sick bastard she addressed as mate and husband. While I knew Athina would bring no trouble to my pack, I didn't want to be weighed down with the disadvantages of having a mate who's human, or any type of mate for that matter.

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

, “Yeah, it’s me. I got something. Something important.” He pulled the Adrium shard from his pocket and stared at it. It pulsed once, softly, almost like a heartbeat. But what good was a miracle metal if it couldn’t fix the one thing he needed most?. He glanced at the door, then back at his mother.Then at the shard. The marketplace smelled like melted plastic and stale smoke. Generators buzzed under cracked pillars, throwing flickering light over scattered stalls. Old Kara was no place for hesitation. Everyone here either had something to sell, or something to run from.

she demanded, her voice tinged with urgency. Alpha Haden hesitated, torn between the pull of his instincts and the pressing need to pretend like he didn't want Zaryn off his sight. His inner turmoil was still interrupted by the persistent whispers of Gaya, a voice only he could hear. “Your mate is Tasyra,” Gaya repeated, each chant digging deeper into Alpha Haden's head.