Gravity Tal Bauer Novels & Stories

Waltz Fleur glanced at them coldly, but she didn’t recognize Carol Rockefeller, whose face was swollen like a pig’s. After snorting softly, Waltz immediately walked into Global Traders Hotel. Levi Bayer, who got up with his hands on his stomach, was on the verge of tears. “Isn’t this California? California isn’t a first-tier city, and it also doesn’t have super powerful martial arts families. Why does it feel even more dangerous than Alaska? A random woman is already halfway to Earth rank.”

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

Another fact she'd learnt in her five years of marriage? Standing close to his meal made him gag. She moved away, not completely out of the room, but definitely out of his sight. She stood behind him, leaning on the wall in the living room and watched him eat. Talia Grey — the eldest and adopted daughter of the Grey family. She was only 23 when she was offered on a platter to the Sanderson family....solely for business. The man her eyes were locked on? Julian Sanderson — 29years old and monstrous.

he warned. “I know.” Valerie gasped suddenly and grabbed her stomach. Not in pain. In shock. A sound, like a crack, split the air. The ground beneath her feet trembled. Her aura wasn’t like a wolf. It wasn’t even like an Alpha’s. It was something else entirely. I moved toward her, but the force that erupted from her knocked both Hunter and me a step back. She opened her eyes. They weren’t gold. They weren’t black. They were silver.

The pressure was immense, but it was a pressure I thrived on. "Tomorrow's goal isn't just to win," Coal continued, his voice dropping an octave. "It's to neutralize the threats. Specifically, Talay and his dogs at T-Zone. We all saw what happened in the last heat. Talay doesn't race; he hunts. He uses his car as a weapon, clipping bumpers and forcing others into the wall to create openings."

After Derrick's first and second attempts to kill Talon, Teddy couldn't risk her grandson's life any longer so she did something. Guess what! Well... after king Gabera's death, his magic as well as powers were supposed to get acquired by his successor Talon however something different happened when Derrick attained the throne after his father's death, so there he seized half of late king Gabera's powers. Yes...king Gabera's powers were shared between the two, Derrick and Talon thus making Derrick a little bit more powerful than Heron.

Tala lifted her hand, as if to calm him down. He snatched at her hand, and she quickly withdrew it. She decided maybe it’s time to show him WHO she is, so that he might backdown… Tala took a few steps back and walked around the bakkie. She looked at where she could get undress and shift. Tala took a deep breath, and remembered the last time she shifted, was when she killed her father… Those emotions came flooding back and she just had to push through. She got undressed and gave her wolf full control, she shifted, and her pure white wolf stood came walking around the bakkie. She could see the gasp on the Alphas face and he just staired at her.

The Beta Commander was a massive giant, a male far too large for any wolf in this valley to miss. “I certainly would have caught his scent line if he was on the floor,” she remarked, her brows drawing together in a deep frown. Today, Talia was flaunting her wealth in a bright yellow halter ruched bodycon tunic, paired with a matching yellow wool sweater and towering yellow platform boots that added inches to her height. Her dark hair was hoisted into her standard messy bun on the absolute top of her head, making her look incredibly tall and imposing. “Well, if your eyes had actually been clear, then you would have caught his frame leaning right into my space,” I murmured, my bare fingers cas

The silver doors groaned open. A man in a crisp, antiseptic white suit stepped into the hall. He carried a leather briefcase and a high-frequency scanner, smelling of expensive cologne and the clinical arrogance of the Global Biological Containment Agency (GBCA). Behind him, two soldiers in matte-black armor hovered, their rifles calibrated to the specific resonance of a White Wolf. The auditor stopped ten feet from the throne. He looked at me—at the statue of the Queen whose heart had flatlined to ground a god. He didn't see a Mother. He saw a 'Dead-Soul Variable.'

“You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?” “Hmm,” Talen blew out a breath. “More than one, it seems.” “What?” Tyler said in disbelief. “What did you just say?” “I encountered Heath Gale out front of Morgana’s house last night,” Talen explained. “And there was a connection. Different to Morgana, but I suspect that he has a mate connection with Morgana, and therefore is also mine.”