His Place Novels & Stories

For a place to stay a night Half of them didn't receive and the other half gave some reasons and didn't help him. Lily not even picking his call up! "I know a place to stay!" Anjali told and Arun looked at her with a question mark in his face "Your bakery Arun! We just came back from there it is a okish place to stay a night and I am sure by tomorrow we will find something" Anjali told "Let's go!" Arun whispered A 20 minutes of silent walk to the bakery and they finally reached the bakery

*Meadow* He walked to the coffee table and picked up his plate, then brought it to me. He sat on the end of the bed and laid himself against the back post. He lifted both hands and locked them together at the back of his head taking a relaxed stance. His muscles were toned and perfect. He had a black shirt and dark gray sweatpants. "I thought you might be hungry, since you refused to eat last night," His words brought my attention back to his eyes. Only then I looked at the plate on my lap and saw a neatly cut sandwich with a glass of juice.

I turned onto my side so I could look at him properly. “I found a place.” His brows drew together slightly. “A place?” “A pack,” I clarified. He didn’t speak, but I could see the understanding forming in his eyes. “I can’t stay here forever, Alessio,” I continued gently. “You know that.” His jaw tightened a little, but he nodded. “Where?” he asked. “North Hollow.” The name sat between us. Recognition flashed across his face. “That’s the retirement pack near the northern ridge.” “Yes.” He exhaled slowly, processing.

Finally! My time to claim what is mine is here. And the best part? I will even take blessings from her family at the same time" I relax in my private plane as I look at the empty seat next to me, which she will be filling up soon. And with that, a smile came on my lips. "She will be here with me. She is mine, whether she likes it or not -------------------------------------------- "Thank you, Jerry," I say as he keeps my suitcase in my room.

ARIA HALE The SUV rolled to a stop and the gates parted slowly. The moment we crossed the threshold, a familiar tightness settled in my chest. We had gotten home. Home. That’s if you could call this prison a home. I have never felt at home in this large, cold mansion. The car pulled into the driveway. Before I could reach for the handle, Kade was already standing there, holding the door open for me. I hesitated, then stepped out in wobbly legs.

Adrian came back a few minutes later with a mug of tea and handed it to me, then sat down in the chair across the room like he was trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. "Thank you," I said. "You're welcome." I sipped the tea and it was too hot but I drank it anyway because I needed something to do with my hands. "Your room is very clean." "I don't spend much time here." He replied nonchalantly. "Where do you spend your time?" I asked because of my curiosity. "Working mostly, or at the office, or in the gym downstairs when I can't sleep." He leaned back in the chair. "This is just where I come to change clothes and pretend to rest."

Standing in the sunlight, feeling the warmth of his palm and the sun on my skin, the chill in my body slowly faded. "Everything is finally over."

Keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “I’m still an Alpha, Beta Sophia,” he stated. “Address me properly.” “No, thank you. Alphaaa.” My voice dripped with sarcasm as I gave him my back and walked away. I knew I just insulted Hunter in the worst possible way, but I was too exhausted to give a shit. Besides, this is MY pack territory! A second later, my world got flipped upside down-literally! The impact of Hunter’s shoulder into my stomach and the sudden view of his tastefully concealed ass brought a new perspective to my situation.

he took he hands and placed a kiss on the back and then Cassian seem to emit an aura cold as Texas Zara smiled within herself she was in control

It's a safe place where the business world can't see you. At 3 o'clock, I'm sitting in a private booth with the dim lighting giving the space a pleasant glow. I watch Pierce walk in and look around the room with that old calculating look. He seems like a powerful man with his tailored black jacket and unbuttoned white shirt at the collar. He sees me and comes over, sitting down in the seat across from me without asking. His eyes are keen, and his grin is almost too flawless. He asks, "You wanted to talk, Charles?" His voice is silky, yet there's a trace of humour in it. "Should I do the talking? I think I know what you're thinking.