Highlander's Novels & Stories

'He's here,' Moon howled in delight, easily grabbing my attention and I looked down the window. A white shiny Corvette pulled up in front of the house. My brows furrowed. That's not Hunter's car. But I was shocked when I saw Hunter get out of the car before a blonde-haired woman hop out with an umbrella. My eyes narrowed and my heart clenched when I see none other than Scarlett handing him the umbrella. A seductive smile plastered on her face before I felt the bile rise in my throat. My wolf growled possessively and I felt her claw at me from the inside.

He only left a faint purple light on which hardly illuminated the room! -- -- -- Just when Jackson was giving the juice to Clara, a car stopped in front of the luxury hotel and a man wearing a black suit walked out. He was handsome but his eyes had a look of lust and greed! He was Philip Highland! He proudly walked inside the hotel through the front door as if he was in a mission to save the country and not to take advantage of an innocent girl who was drugged! He walked to the third floor and then checking the numbers on the door he stopped at 306.

Highland Crystal Tower-Level 32 (VVIP Suite) A tall man in his thirty, wearing a bathrobe, is sitting on the couch with two beauties hugging his muscular body. He had slick jet black hair, eyebrows as sharp as a sword, a chiseled jawline, and mesmerizing scarlet orbs. His long, slender legs stretched to the end of the couch, with one of the girls, sit on his muscular thigh. The beauties wearing bikinis, unashamed of their almost naked appearance.

His love and care were slowly melting the walls around her heart away. Silvia wouldn't deny it. She was a little scared. Afraid to get her heart broken if she trusted Hunter again. He wouldn't break her because if he did. She'd kill him for sure. The door was knocked once before it opened to reveal Xander in a suit. His grayish-black hair combed back perfectly. The tux hugged his body perfectly. His forest eyes had a sweet smile in his gaze. "You look beautiful," He complimented, walking over to her as he held his hands out and she placed her small hands in his big ones.

Jericho didn't know I could read thoughts, no one did except Damien. I stood from the car and wrapped my arms around Jericho. “You changed your hair?” I said. His hair was a beautiful shade of golden blonde, cut short on the sides and longer in the back. His eyes were a matching shade of gold, courtesy of his enhancement. Out of everyone who got enhancements, he and I were the only two who ever reported an eye color change. Mine to obsidian black and his to gold.

His wife was just so beautiful. He had been away for two days and wasn’t supposed to arrive that night but he missed her so he came early. He wanted it to be a surprise but waking up his pregnant wife was something he couldn’t do so he went for a swim. She was Aphrodite; the goddess of love, his wife and lover. Neal’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, her breasts full and pert against the sheer material of her nightgown, her stomach showing that round belly, the proof of their love on display, hips curving, and a shadowed triangle visible between her thighs.