Herzog Novels & Stories

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

POV: ELISABETH “Several reports continued to appear in the newspapers, along with notifications on my phone. I increased the TV volume upon hearing Patrick's name: “The renowned and youngest CEO, Patrick Morgan, a businessman and owner of Seattle's most respected publisher, SoundStory Press, became embroiled in controversy that divided opinions. An intimate photo surfaced showing him with his ex-wife, skirts lifted, depicting an act clearly not consensual. Miss Heloise Forbs gave statements to the press to clarify the events, shocking the public with her words:

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

His attention was drawn to every tree and tall plant that passed by. "Blessy!" he dared to say, but no one responded. He couldn't even say the woman's name correctly. It bothers him that they are at odds with the rest of the world. And liking it is a great craze for the lone Fender Hearst disguised as Zerus Craige. When something caught his eye, he stopped. Some flower petals were scattered on the ground. He dashed over there and grabbed it. He sniffed the flower and stared at the flower he was holding for a few seconds.

Startled, I asked: - Who is it? – only silence answered me. So I got up and went to open the door, but I didn't see anyone. On the floor, leaning against the doorframe, was a small plastic bag with a drawing of an Indian goddess and underneath it said “Natural beauty”. I took the curious bag, went in, and sat on the bed. When I read the postcard, my heart skipped a beat. Goddess, was Klaus any more perfect?

“Tell me everything.” It wasn’t a request. It was the kind of command that usually made people scramble. I just took another sip and leaned back. “I already told you the important part. Barry has a problem, and I have a solution.” His fingers tapped once against the counter. “What’s her name?” I pretended to think. “Elizabeth.” “And you trust her?” I tilted my head. “I don’t trust anyone. But I believe her.” He gave a faint, almost imperceptible nod,Dante’s version of acknowledging I’d made a point. “And you think inserting yourself into this is a good idea because…?”

He was just a dog, never knowing how to value what he had right in front of him, always craving whatever glittered in other men’s hands. I looked away, disgusted. Then I felt Lorenzo tense up as we stepped out of the center’s spotlight, and it caught my attention. A man who looked like a butler approached us. “Patriarch Greco. Mrs. Greco,” he greeted with respect. Lorenzo nodded, but I could feel the unease rolling off him. “His Majesty invites you to his private box,” the man said, pointing. My gaze followed toward a more discreet staircase at the back.

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."