Novel & Cerita Heat Miser Snow Miser

At the gathering, Sherry Lark became increasingly emotional. Her eyes were red, and she was slightly tipsy as she held onto Ian Glover's hand while tearfully talking about her regrets of the past. She said, "I never imagined it was all just a misunderstanding. If I'd known, I would've handed you the scarf myself instead of leaving it in your desk drawer. If I'd done that, you wouldn't have misunderstood and thought I liked someone else!" Sherry's emotions spiraled out of control. Stimulated by the alcohol, her wolf became unstable, and her scent fluctuated chaotically.

"Matchmaking! He married without love... and this girl also can't stand his cold shoulder, oh nope, he's all cold! He's all cold, there's nothing so sweet about him at all... except for finding rice packets because he's my manager, that's called romantic, finding the flip flops that I lost at the photoshoot location is also romantic? I don't know... He's that kind of person, he rarely smiles! If I don't force him, he won't even grin. Humph..." "Oh, that's why he got divorced?" "Not really. He's ordinary... but his wife, well maybe he's cold and she needs affection... so she looks for another man, gets caught by him, and .... divorced." "What's his name..." "Jude, Jude Mario, a cool but cold

I knew I was being careless with my blunt display of my true nature, but when it had to do on what belonged to me, that was a different story. What's mine stays mine. "Paige, come here honey," the douche said, extending his hand out in mid air. So, my mate's name is Paige. And 'honey'? Did he just call my mate 'honey'?! Honey my ass! I felt her move behind me, and that was enough for my wolf to come to the surface. Her act of defiance was starting to get old now. Before she could take another step towards Mr. Douchebag, I gripped her wrist tightly, and I was now a goner.

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

I emptied several rounds on them both, they deserve worse than that, way worse. Now we heading to the last guy for today, Lucas Dorego. He's the one I hate the most. He has always been a dangerous and cruel man, so I have to tread carefully when dealing with him. I’ve heard reports about him, he never forgives easily and he never lets his debtors go unpunished. It is rumored that he keeps increasing his interest rates just to make it impossible for his debtors to pay up. He takes pleasure in torturing innocent people that somehow find themselves on his list of debtors. He tortures and kills them just for the fun of it. His case is even worse than the others, I’ve always wanted to kill the ba

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

--Sometimes, fate might just decide to be cruel at first.-- Snow's POV. "Um, good morning Miss. My name's Snow and I have a scheduled interview in two minutes!" I rushed out to one the two young ladies sitting in the first wide looking table positioned directly opposite the big transparent sliding doors leading into the first floor of the building. She looked up from the monitor she was currently scrutinizing a moment ago before sparing a glance at my flustered face. "What's your name again?" She inquired, her fingers never ceasing their fast dance on the keyboard.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Malachi snapped back. “Can we not discuss this now? We’re almost in Anchorage, and we have a job to do there. No matter how angry you are with me now, we still need to have each other’s backs in there,” I said. “Yeah, like I had your back this afternoon. I told Kari I sent you to the hotel,” Kiran said. “Don’t ever use me as a lie again.” “I won’t.” Levi’s truck slowed down on the dirt road and came to a stop a few yards further. We climbed out of the vehicles and made a small circle between the two cars as Levi started with his quick briefing.