Hare Christner Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chriss rubbed his stubble. “Nikhil Khanna,” “Yes, right! What about him?” Christian asked. “He is in Texas and will be back in like seven days.” “I don’t have time.” Christian countered. “I want all the information soonest. How is he related to Scarlett?” Christian said, wearing his shades and exiting the apartment with his men following him out. Christian opened the door of his back seat but turned to the men waiting for his orders. “Just in case he creates any trouble. Crumble down his company. I have zero patience and mercy.” He spat and entered his car.

Allen yelled. Tate flashed him his canines, effectively shutting him up. "You're mine. Mine only. Channing I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance," he pleaded. My jaw clenched and I heard Lainee scoff. "Asshole," she muttered. "Our pack needs a Luna," Cristian spoke out. I looked at him with disbelief. His son cheated on me, his mate! He can't possibly be trying to help him. Cristian I can't. I can't mate with him. I was with him for a little over a day and he already cheated, I mind linked him.

Our Luna is here! I know Nero. She is as beautiful as I remember. Zahara gets out of the vehicle and stands to the side. I see that guy, Lennox, get out after her. Zahara and Lennox fall in step behind the other two men and walk up to our waiting group. Before I can step forward, my mom does and starts to shake people’s hands. “We are so glad to have you here! I’m the Luna of the pack, Margaret Hastings. This is my daughter, Flora Williams. The Beta here, Cyrus Franks and my son, Alpha Laslo Hastings.” Mother points to everyone as she introduces them.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

Christa's PoV Morning routine carried on as normal, cleaning, making breakfast, going to school, and cooking lunch, being bullied, abused and so on. Oh yea, you may have noticed, I'm the omega of the pack. Let me introduce myself, I'm Christa M. Carter (Chris for short). I am currently 14 years old and an optimist. I am located in the Night Moon Pack, as for why I'm here, well since my mother died when I was 5 years old, and with no one to look after me, I soon became an orphan who was later admitted into an orphanage where I began to work and learn some skills which wasn't as bad but a few months afterwards I was kidnapped by a gang of misdeeds who plan to kill me but instead abused me for

His head wasn't healing and his head bobbed to the side. "Call the doctor! Now!" I yelled at Don who was looking down at Christian with pure fear. "Don, I said now!" I screamed out an order. He widened his eyes and stumbled his way inside the house. Why wasn't Christian healing? Every damn werewolf in the planet heals in a matter of seconds. I focused on Christian's heartbeat and wasn't happy wit what I was hearing. His heartbeat was slowly dropping, barely beating. "Christian, man... Stay with me—with us. Dude, you need to stay with me."

Emily Warner “So what brings you to the dating sites?” I ask trying to change the subject. “Just trying to get to meet new people, I guess.” He says as the waiter comes in to take the order. I remember Carter telling me that’s code for a guy when he wants to have casual sex. But Jacob said on the dating profile that he was looking for someone to date? “So, what do you do?’ I ask as the waiter leaves after taking our order. “I am a lawyer but I am also a part time scuba instructor.” He says nicely but it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Chester McHale… He told me to come find you. He said you’d keep me safe.” My head spins. Now that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again. “Chet?” I mumble in disbelief. “Who the hell are you?” “It’s raining in the Sahara,” she rasps before she goes limp, unconscious. The air whooshes out of my lungs. It’s a code. I owe Chet McHale my life, and it seems he’s finally calling in that favor. It looks like my past really has caught up to me, just not in the way I expected.

“I’m more grateful that you’re alive, Christopher. You don’t know how much life span this has added to my existence.” Christopher smiles. “On a positive note, you became the world’s hero—the one who exposed Project Empire.” “Well, I couldn’t have done it without Cross. You remember Cross and Chelsea?” “I do.” “You may not know this, but Chelsea was the Yesli Toorsman whose story went live years ago. And Cross was Zeath’s missing brother, Zachili.” Christopher huffs. “Wow.” Then his tone changes as he slowly nods. “It’s sad they’re both gone.”

Of course I had important meetings I should have been at Carter Group handling multi-million-dollar deals. But I was here instead. “Oh, I’m actually a partner here,” she said and slipped her arm through mine possessively. “This was one of Hunter’s projects, after all.” She looked up at me with open affection. “Hunter… we were supposed to have a lunch date today. Did you forget?” Chris’s face went dull in an instant. But she hid it instantly. She was always better at hiding it. “I didn’t forget,” I answered smoothly, never taking my eyes off Christina. Then, with deliberate cruelty, I added, “Why don’t we take Chris with us?”