His Place Novels & Stories

“I don't know. Anywhere is fine by me” “I've a better place in mind”. He said. “Really? Where”? “It's a secret”. He smiled. ❄️

His chestnut hair was tousled like he had just gotten out of bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, placing his hands by his side. “I’m not a threat. You can place your rifle down now.” Holding the rifle steady, Isobel snorted. “Yeah, and I’ll just believe you. A total stranger.”

“Thank you. I just need time to figure things out.” He reached over and squeezed my hand briefly. “This place is yours as long as you need it. No one will find you here. You’re safe.” “Where is this place?” I asked softly. “My penthouse,” he said with a small smile. “I usually come here when I need to be alone. It’s private and secure.” I nodded, glancing around again. He must be really wealthy to own a place like this. “I have to head out for a bit,” he said, wiping his hands. “But I’ll be back soon. Make yourself at home. If you need anything, just tell me. You can borrow my clothes for now, I’ll get some clothes for you on my

“A place that isn’t tied to me. Or my name.” She glanced at him. His jaw was set, eyes alert, scanning mirrors like he expected someone to appear out of thin air. This wasn’t the man who once moved through rooms like he owned them. This was a man who knew he’d underestimated his past. They stopped nearly an hour later, far from the city’s glow. The house was small, tucked behind tall trees, its lights low and unassuming. Nothing about it screamed wealth or power. It looked… ordinary. “Whose place is this?” she asked as they stepped inside.

His hair was damp and curled slightly at the edges, making me want to run my hands through them. “You're up,” he said, breaking the silence. I blinked at him, not bothering to act like I wasn't curious. “What the hell is this place?” “It’s my place,” he answered as he finally came up to me. “Your place looks like it belongs to all those old mafia families.” A smirk twitched at his mouth as he held out one of the mugs without a word. I took it because it was warm and I needed something to anchor me right now.

she told him. "Just write your name on me,' he shrugged casually and handed her the tool. "But.." he drew closer and shushed her. "I am not looking for perfection. I just want your name on me," he whispered to her. She swallowed and nodde. "Choose you spot," he pulled back. Her doey eyes roamed all over her inked body and rested on his chest. Thankfully the place where his heart was empty. "On your heart," she expressed. Elizah let out a soft chuckle.

He might have fooled majority of his subjects but I know for a fact that he is busy doing something nasty. I suddenly feel pity for his mate. His mate is probably out there alone and waiting for him and yet here he is playing with other females like a total jerk he his. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my father cleared his throat. I hooked my arm on his cause I will need a support to help me walk properly with this heels. We then proceed to make our way to the makeshift stage at the pack house's backyard with Beta Matheo trailing behind us. Beta Matheo, the son of Beta Michael and Beta Female Corrine, he is two years older than me, meaning he was in school when the attacked happened 2

“Yes?” “Um, do you know where I can find a restroom?” She asked, not looking into his eyes. Haik gave her directions and she left quickly, as if wanting to vanish from his sight as soon as possible. A small smile came around his lips, “She is here, I will see her soon.” He thought and went to where his parents were. Hazik found his parents talking to an old couple. “Hazik, come meet Mr. and Mrs. Jahangir.” His father called him over.

“Well hello gorgeous” A voice as thick as honey called out causing my heart to flutter, it took me a moment to place where I heard him before. I stiffened with realization, my body screamed to run again but a part of me longed to look at him. That part won. Turning slowly I gulped as I looked at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He stood at the entrance of the pool, a cocky smirk lingering on his perfect supple lips. He had slight stubble etched onto his chin, causing an urge for me to touch it. I looked past his strong perfect nose to meet amber-colored eyes, I gasped as I felt my insides explode into butterflies getting trapped in his hungry gaze. He winked before opening the gate and

“This is... this is insane.” He walks in behind me, tosses his keys on the counter. “Welcome.” “Wait. This is yours?” He nods. “Bought it a few months ago.” I turn slowly, trying to take it all in. “I didn’t even know spots like this existed around here. It’s so quiet... peaceful.” “That’s why I got it,” he says, walking over. “I needed space. Real space.” “You live here?” “Not yet. Still in transition.”