Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

I was wondering what they were doing. “Step back a little and don’t look at them directly or you will hurt your eyes if they have to go that far.” Lumar told us and we did as he said. First Ginger put her right hand on Brads shoulder and I noticed her eyes turn this really purple color and then I heard it. It sounded like three voice at the same time but it was only Ginger who was talking.

The closer I got, the more she wore Elle’s ghost like a second skin, side profile carved straight from my nightmares, the only angle I still jerk off to. “I heard you’re the villain of our fucking story...” I said. “La Viuda Blanca.” She didn’t turn. Just a low, filthy hum that went straight to my cock. Fuck. Every step I took, she mirrored back, dagger flashing under silk, knuckles white. I drank the impossible: this stranger was Elle’s corpse wearing new lipstick. She stopped dead. “Rafael Demino Goldman.” I smirked, “I prefer Guvnor.” “Look who gives a flying fuck.”

"Ginger! Focus! Concentrate on the training, and stop moving funny!" Ginger protested loudly. "But he's not complaining!" Jerry, however, interrupted, his voice distant and professional. "You can’t touch my abs, Ginger. We are here to train." “Whatever. I'd prefer my hot private trainer anyway” She rolled her eyes. Elvira’s gaze softened instantly. She felt a surge of warmth. He was shutting down Ginger's flirtation, maintaining distance. She walked stiffly to the other side of the room, her heart bursting out of her ribcage with renewed, terrifying hope. She started with the punching bag, her eyes blazing with focused aggression.

Branches snapped beneath our paws as we pushed through the dark. My wolf was furious. Alina’s rage burned beside mine through the bond. Ahead of us, Nikita hunted the man who had thought he could use her and walk away. Asher believed humiliation was the worst thing that could happen to him. He had no idea what humiliation truly was. He was about to learn.