Hare Christner Novels & Stories

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

The only person she'd expect to take her back with open arms was ripping her heart out. "Baby, we're here already. Let me just try this. Okay? Just wait for me." She was hugging him tighter, she didn't want to let him go. But finally did after he kissed and hugged her one more time. He had convinced her that they would go if her mom wouldn't listen to him. "Mrs. Wright, my name is Ian Taylor. I don't know if Albert Simmons had informed you or not..." "You are an adulterer, you acted on sin by sleeping with a married woman."

CHRISTIAN The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights above mocked my already churning stomach. I scrolled through the news article on my phone, re-reading the headline for the tenth time: "Medical tech CEO, Christian Walker, Accused of Harassment by Former Employee." My reflection stared back from the phone screen, a pale, haunted version of the man I used to be. The man I was ten minutes ago.

Christiana, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm, almost triumphant, sensing the hold she had over him—not through force, but through sheer audacity. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said finally, his voice firm but uneven. “And maybe,” she whispered, “that’s exactly what makes it worth playing.” Christina reached out, fingertips brushing the heavy gold pectoral cross that lay against his white cassock. She did not grasp it; she only traced its outline, slow and deliberate. “You call it weakness,” she murmured. “I call it hunger.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lifted again—tormented. “This is blasphemy. Sacrilege. I wear the ring of Peter. I am the Vicar of Christ on earth. An

Nodding, I encourage him to continue. “So knowing that and knowing the situation we are in I decided to invite the negotiator here this morning, Kate, to discuss the possible alliance in more detail with both of us. Not that we will agree with them, but we need to explore the opportunity given the circumstances.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I look to my father, “Who is the negotiator?”. Alpha Jackson clears his throat, “Alpha Drake Chisholm with the Blue Moon Pack.”

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

Leonard spoke harshly. "Are you going to support your son?" Gael asked. He was finding it hard to breathe and his heartbeat was off the beat. He was almost suffering from a heart attack. "I will never support that stupid and spoilt brat. If Ashton doesn't come back then I can as well find another pack or I can just become a lone wolf." Leonard said with absolute sincerity. He will never betray Ashton in this lifetime or the next or the next because he knew that he was not just your everyday alpha like Kelly.

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give this arrogant bastard the satisfaction of acknowledging that. Chase Walker, the new Alpha of the Norbury pack. I’ve seen him before from a distance, but never up close like this. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t nice to look at. He’s just as big as the other alphas, but not quite as bulky- though the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows and from the taut muscles of his forearms, it looks like he’s well on his way. He’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut stone and eyes so dark I could drown in their depths, framed by dark lashes beneath his furrowed brow. His chocolate brown hair is messy atop his head, peeking out from under the hood of his

“Gregory and my mate will meet us at the border.” I was cautious, following just a few strides behind. We were within the quadrants that Derek’s chosen men ran patrols, and he smelled just enough like a rogue that I figured we would be targeted. The fact that I felt no other presence made me worry he was actually working for Cold Moon and this was all an elaborate ruse. “I’m Chandler,” he told me as we walked. “Descending from one of the true lines of Wulvers. You’ll meet my mate soon, but she’s a rogue. That’s where you’re picking up on the smell from.”