Harrem Novels & Stories

Trip said. Jake took a long sip from his beer, picking at the label on the bottle. “There’s a new street gang in Hazleton, taking over whatever assets the Dogs left behind. They’re calling themselves the Sons of Doom.” “You want them taken out?” “Yeah,” Jake said and looked Trip in the eye. “If you do that for me, you can have everything west of Chambersburg. It’s Stalker territory I’m giving you there, my territory.” “Consider it done, Wrath,” Trip said, and the two men shook hands. “I’ll tell my guys we’re now friendly.” Jake gave him a look. “That friendship will end if I find out your guys are killing, dealing or selling on my territory.”

“In the last twenty years, seventeen men have died in Harem systems across our allied packs. All officially recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” Elder Marcus scoffed. “The Harem is a sacred institution. Death is part of its purification.” “Is it?” Sabrina turned to face him directly. “Or is death the result of a system that encourages cruelty and competition?”

For one brief dangerous second, Halrem saw unmistakable possessiveness burning beneath the composure. And to her growing irritation, she realized she enjoyed provoking it far more than she should have.

Jack's mother, Rosemarie, screamed. "You're making a mistake, I didn't mean it. I didn't like what happened. I just entered the room by mistake." Harah reasoned in tears. She looked at Aryah her sister. Jack's whole family was there. And they shoot bad stares at Harah. They seem to hate her so much. Harah shrunk at their gazes. It seems that very cold water was also poured on her at that time.

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Mr vim's driver took a weird route but promised it was a short cut to avoid the traffic. Helma started getting weird feelings when they have drove for an hour without any idea of where they were headed. "I will like to get down here sir" Helma asked as politely as she could trying to bury the tiny voice inside her head that whispered danger in her head. Mr Vim totally ignored Helma and turned away from her to the window without responding to her. Helma's heartbeat increased. It kept panting faster at each seconds. Helma tried to open the door but it was locked. Helma kept repeating desperately that she want to get down but all she got was silence.

Finally her breathing settles enough to answer my questions “On the website it said every time a monster is killed by the wrong weapon it comes back ten times stronger and harder to kill, it also states that it starts killing people without mercy, and without reason.” My face crumples with concern, what does this mean? “Alex did you find out where these weapons are?” She looks at me with fear in her eyes “Yes.” She whispers. My mind takes over “Where are they?” I ask in a rather loud voice. Alex takes a big gulp, oh shit.

Garrett It was the first time that I have seen Harold this way. His eyes flashed with so much anger and I could tell that he was pissed. The way he balled his fist made me really worried and I was beginning to hope that Damon would help out with calming down. Come on, I was also not expecting anything because I mean, it was Damon that we were all talking about here. He would much rather fight everyone than use his head to think properly. Looking at him right now, I knew he was pissed. Seriously, where was Jacob when one needs him the most. Harold's eyes were beginning to blaze bright yellow and I knew it would be hard to get him to calm down if he unravels his claws and Jace might walk in an

He cares for her. Revenge….so that was her motive.Revenge for a deed that must have happened in a previous life.This spirit carried a vendetta that must span numerous reincarnations for the man involved, her earthbound hatred hampering her own rebirth. “Only by releasing your hatred will you find peace,”Mrs Feeney said as gently as she could.She did not want to agitate the spirit before her, fearing for both Emma and Bethany.Their safety was paramount, they had no idea of her gift.It was her secret.

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