Heroína Novels & Stories

I stared into space for a few moments, knowing that this was not something that I thought we would be going through. Her… The woman who my mate never knew, and yet, the woman that ran into the flames to save my life and my mother… she was here. And yet, rather than the pack being happy by her presence, rather than them being content by something like this… they were scared. She was once known as a hero. Her story was told around when we were younger. A story of the woman that saved the heir of the Alpha and his Luna. The story was later forgotten. It stopped being told. And then, somehow, it just starting fading away…

The ball bounced and the gate opened. I didn't move a bit. I let my body move on its own. A woman with red lips and a pale complexion went out. I met him, and he was surprised to see me. "Hi?" "Who are they?" it sounded like an angel. It's annoying. I can't understand and feel the annoyance, so I'll bite. Why him? My kids are with her. And I, the mother, cannot. "I am lost, I can't see the way home," I said. Then she nodded. "Anyways, I'm Yhra Santos." Her eyebrows raised for a moment, and he seemed to be trying to remember something.

She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in a voice that wasn’t hers.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Mathias took a deep breath before continuing, his own unease growing. "Okay... she said you are HIJA DEL DIABLO, meaning DAUGHTER OF THE DEVIL. And lastly, she called you HIRO DE MALDICION, meaning... CURSED CHILD," he said, his voice trailing off.

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

He let out a deep sigh. “Why, what have you done this time?” her heartbeat grown faster. Hero chuckled, “It’s a long story, Ein. I was a good boyfriend to you. I gave all the love need. Now, let me ask you, how well you know your husband?” Her brow raised, “My husband has nothing to do with this. Don’t worry, I’ve known him.” “Really? Are you aware that he is a high-ranking official working at NICA?” Hero said as if challenging her.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s