Gene Westover Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

Gina said, she also tried to look like Alexis who was beyond redemption when it comes to shamelessness. Both looked at themselves in the eyes, and at the same they both busted to a huge round of laughter. Alexis and Gina finally go to bed after they had their fill from Gina mother special delicacies, but then during the middle of the night, a dark skinned stilloutte stood up, she was too quick for just anyone to noticed, but she got busy and visited many orphanage home, she left behind a bag and a letter on top of it, she make sure that she did the same thing to twelve different orphanage house.

Elder James frowned deeply. "These are serious accusations," Elder Marcus said. "They're documented facts," Mother interjected. "Richard Thorne has testified under oath. Provided names. Dates. Evidence." "Richard Thorne is also Racheal's grandfather," Elder Marcus pointed out. "His testimony could be biased." "Then investigate," I challenged. "Cross-reference the journal with Society records. Interview other retired hunters. Look into the disappearances of Ghost Wolves over the past fifty years." I leaned forward. "The truth is there. You just have to be willing to see it."

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

"But wartime is over, which means certain things need to be done in order to establish long lasting peace." "How very wise and just of you, Alpha Zeke." Breyona cooed, coming up behind him with a grin on her face. I snickered when Giovanni snarled under his breath, stifling a laugh when Zeke winked. Breyona had just cropped her hair short again before coming with us to Asher's hometown, so it now reached an inch or so above her shoulders. Even without the ability to shift, from when she had me make a deal with the shadows for her mate's life, Breyona retained her werewolf perks of enhanced senses and speed. Constant training, along with her morning and nightly runs, kept her and her wolf san

Nah, you already know you are a dickhead. Whatever, let's watch that movie. I turn on the projector and lie down on my bed comfortably. We both quietly watch the movie George of the Jungle. It’s been a long time since I and my wolf have spent some time alone, as most of the time I block him in my head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Dakota screams in my head, Damn! Those abs. Now I am starting to think that maybe my wolf is gay, not me.

He was nearly sixteen and truly through with every one of his siblings, especially at times like this. As I rocked Ana, Silas sprawled out on the table, slamming his head into his math textbook. “Silas, I know it’s boring, but the quicker you get your homework done, the quicker you can go,” I said, “I want it finished before Dad gets back from work.” He groaned, and before I could say anything more, my phone rang. I brought it to my ear, still rocking Ana as she finally settled. “Good evening, Washington state police department speaking. Have I reached Mrs Loren?”

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."