Heartland Series Novels & Stories

No one knows where he's from, for all they know he could be out to hurt Eva. •••••• Miguel stayed in the garden looking at the beautiful view of the mansion. He never expected himself to be somewhere close to a place like this. He has been in an orphanage for years till he decided to leave at the age of fifteen. That was two years ago. He has been struggling to make ends meet since then. He lives in the streets and works for money anywhere. He's a very good looking boy but he's a bit skinny because he hasn't had good food in a long time.

… When I woke up in the hospital, the only one sitting by my bed was the kind hiring manager. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Ms. Hawthorn, I'm very sorry." "My pup is gone, isn't it?" My tone was eerily calm. The weakness in my body seemed to be fading, and my wolf was quietly healing my injuries. I started to think that this was perhaps a good thing. After seeing him out, I canceled the abortion surgery and applied to the hospital for medication to temporarily block the mind link, using physical pain as the reason. Just before taking the medication, I received a message from Lucas through the mind link for the first time in a long while.

I froze with my heart pounding in my chest. "What did he just say?" Martha’s face was pale, she replayed the clip and the chilling words were as clear as day: "The plane crash was not an accident." The file contained more than just a wiretap; it was a full-blown investigation with transcripts of conversations between Branwyn Hayes and a network of hired assassins, all meticulously planned and executed. Adrian’s father had been building a case against him for years, a contingency plan in case Branwyn ever came back to haunt them. He had wanted to expose him for what he was as a murderer.

*** The heavy doors to Ethan Calloway’s office slammed shut as Mirian's father, Richard Hartwell, stormed inside. The man was in his late fifties, silver-haired but still imposing in his tailored charcoal suit. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, his eyes burning with rage. Ethan leaned back in his chair, calm despite the storm brewing in front of him. His sharp, calculating gaze never wavered. “You’re going to fix this.” Richard’s voice was low but filled with fury. “You’re going to get my daughter back, now.” Ethan remained silent, his fingers steepled in front of him.

The next second the car drove of at fast speed leaving mud splattering behind them. George cursed loudly during the entire drive, he had never imagined that his own daughter would cause him so much embarrassment, what more he had no idea on how he would face the beast after that humiliation. At Smith mansion, Herald just got back from changing and the maid brought him hot coffee to warm himself. He then descended to the living room where he picked up a magazine from the table to read, a steaming cup of coffee by the side, it was as though nothing had happened at all.

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

' "I don't know. Maybe Madison or do you want to try the east coast? I don't know if the weather in Texas is too hot? Give it a go at another ranch." He wrote, 'Nope, not TX! Maybe Madison. Not sure what I would do, but we have time.' "Well, I will miss the ranch but I will not miss the people of this blasted town. It still hurts to the core, the way they turned on you. One minute you were a hero and then they threw you under the bus. Almost literally, with this beating. I hate it here!" 'I do too, but I will go wherever you want to go!'

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

I tried to joke, although I was feeling uncomfortable, I didn't know exactly what. "Miguel's work I already know closely. Do you forget that you stole Miguel from our Brazilian headquarters? "My father spoke, already relaxed. I expected them to forget the subject of the doctor's appointment. I wouldn't want to have to explain that I was experiencing chest pains and that when asked by the doctor at what moments I felt this kind of "pain", I came to the unpleasant conclusion that it was only when I thought of Viviane and that this pain had increased the intensity even more now that I was following her life with my brother through social networks and even the gossip sites about high society. Sã