روايات وقصص ضمن Hija De Los Warren

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

This was home. Warren sat in front of Malcolm, looking ten times older than his age. It had been barely a month and yet, he had fallen so badly that there were no more pieces to pick. Grace had been disowned by her family so as not to anger Malcolm. They were hopeless now. The door opened and Michelle walked in. "Dad!" She cried running into his embrace. "Michelle." Warren sobbed like a baby. His daughter was back. His Michelle wasn't dead after all.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

“You’re the daughter of an Elder.” Riley shifted her gaze away. “The Warriors were under orders from Harrison and the other Elders – my mom had no idea what was going on. She burst in and found me handcuffed and nearly tore their throats out.” “Good!” I had always liked Sylvia. She was the only Elder with any integrity. “But who busted your lip?” “I struggled when they tried to detain me,” Riley said, a smile dimpling her normally sharp face, “I kind of got shoved into a wall before they could get the cuffs on.”

"That agreement's a load of crap! Nat's the one we've doted on since we were kids, Mom. Who do these maids think they are, laying their hands on her?" Natalie, the fake heiress, immediately wrapped her arms around Ethan's leg. "Eth, I thought Nev was a little angel. And little angels can fly. Eth, don't be mad at Mom. If you really want to blame someone, blame me for being a silly baby!" I felt so disgusted that I almost threw up the milk I had just drunk. [She's 18 years old, and she dares to call herself a baby in front of me, an actual baby? Is she missing a brainstem, or did a zombie chew it off?]

The next second, my parents’ voices came through. “Son, when are you getting home? Your mom made your favorite pot roast, and she’s waiting for you!” “That’s right. I’ve already found you a date. She’s my best friend’s daughter, absolutely reliable!” Claire’s beautiful eyes widened. For a moment, she stood there stunned. “Nathan, you’re going back to Maple Creek?” Only when she came back to herself did she notice the suitcase behind me, and her heart seemed to miss a beat. “Why did you even pack a suitcase? You’re serious?

“Being jealous.” Warren tangled his fingers in her hair, gently tugged until her forced her head back. Without a word, he gazed down at her, searching those green eyes. All he saw was feeling, and it was feeling that he recognized… because he fucking hated the thought that anyone had ever touched Shay before him. He didn’t just mean those Utah MC assholes, either – he meant anyone touching Shay. Anyone, anywhere, any place on her body, ever. He was even feeling ragey about a dentist looking at her teeth. Also? He couldn’t bring himself to imagine her with anyone else in the future, not even a good guy, one who could offer her marriage and kids. One who was going to make Shay happy forever, i

The woman who had started the shouting, the obvious ringleader, stepped closer instead of backing off. She yelled hard enough that flecks of spit nearly hit my face. "Cut the crap. We all know Belgard Estate belongs to our Jaxie, you scum. If you're going to run a scam, at least pick a place owned by someone as irrelevant as you are. "Miss LePenn already given this estate to Jaxie. She said so on a livestream." I frowned.