Historial Novels & Stories

His brown eyes still scanned the room like he owned it, and the tattoos on his arms were still there — paying tribute to his Samoan-Hawaii heritage. “Jules, take a calm breath and a step back,” she chanted internally to herself. The door opened again. “Sergio, your interview is in five minutes. We gotta run.” “I'm done here.” The Spaniard stood up and turned to the woman he considered his sister, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wanna stay a bit, little one?” “No!” The response shot out like a bullet — sharp and fast. She caught herself again. “No. I'll—”

“Greetings Lurd Piero!” Madam Rawn greeted, bowing in honor of the old man. The man raised his head and exclaimed. “Madam Rawn Lorenzo. You're welcome. What do I owe to this unannounced visit?” The old man whose white beard and mustache already covered his mouth and nostrils whimpered. “Give me your hand Rawn!” He said as he lifted his hand to exchange a handshake with Rawn Lorenzo. It was a privilege for madam Rawn. She bent instantly and availed her hand for the handshake.

I grabbed his hands when he got close to me. "Wolfie, I wasn't trying to make you jealous. You asked me about Mac. I was simply telling you the truth. It's not fair to get upset about my past. I'm sure that your past is just as bad, if not worse." I calmly said. He looked deep in my eyes.

he questioned, his voice conveying the power of years of command. Gabriel took a step closer to Selene, his look a combination of perplexity and wrath. "Matthias, you need to hear what my sister has to say." The elder's attention turned to Selene, and his eyes widened with recognition. "Selene? Is it genuinely you?" Selene nodded, her voice shaking as she said. "Yes, Elder Matthias, it's me. I've come to reconcile with my brother and disclose the truth about our history." The tension in the clearing became apparent as the past and present clashed in a flurry of emotions and discoveries. The destiny of the pack, the relationships between mates, and the mysteries hidden deep inside their past

Damon glanced annoyed at the talker, making clear that he hadn’t spotted the male holding me. “You know each other?” I asked in disbelief. ”Yes. It’s been-, how long? Around 200 years?” even if Vadas spoke calmly I could sense tension coming in waves from him. He grabbed me so tight that it hurt. Damon was worse, he didn’t try to be polite, smirking in distaste. “Maybe.”, “But I’m not interested in reunions”. He replied frankly, switching his burning gaze to me. “Shall we?” he asked, extending a hand.

"That would never happen. The thirst of keeping the kingdom alive runs in her blood. Even if the Solanki bloodline fails, I am sure the Moretti bloodline won't." The duel in his mind kept on going and he drifted into his sleep. Myra was busy while talking to Arjun. He showed her pictures of his family by mentioning their names and the relation they share. After a certain time Myra gave up. She understood keeping track of this historical family is tougher than clearing world history exams. Myra folded her hands and asked for forgiveness. Arjun pulled her cheek by saying, "Once you start knowing them from your heart, you won't be able to forget them."

Since then I have been trying to find out some info about her from what was on her file , but then again it was from five years ago when she was in high school, so that was no help. Looking at her picture they had on file she looked sad and broken then , but the look she gave me she was confused and scared that night . For a few minutes I found myself starring at her picture and returning, causing Wyatt to wine in my head for wanting to be near our mate . " Be patient , she is not going anywhere. '' I said to him with a grin on my face . With that I got up and left my office heading to the kitchen . I made myself a burger and fries. I headed back to the dinner table and began to eat .

Eventually Groban pulled away slightly as he pushed his forehead against mine, he kept his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing, “Laya,” He breathed, smiling softly as he said my name. I felt an ache yank at my chest with the sound of my name on his lips. Instantly getting up Groban pulled me up with him as he held me in his arms, gasping I looked up at him surprised, but he didn’t look at me , instead he kept his eyes down, he wasn’t looking up at me, I wondered why that was? He started walking with me toward the bathroom when he stepped inside and moved straight over to the shower, he turned the taps of the shower on until the steam started coming up toward the ceiling. He tight

She leaned over, praying that she was right, and typed in a ten character password. Alphastar1. Zehra held her breath as the screen blinked, verifying the password. Seconds later, the black screensaver vanished. Goal. She inspected the desktop and opened a folder named ‘ZM recordings’ which contained a few dated audio clips. She clicked on one and her hand flew to her mouth when she heard her own voice. “-and the facts are massive and astounding. So I’m just saying that I think there’s this shadow government that like, indirectly controls the world-"

The sixth contained an older statement showing how long the account had been deteriorating. I stared at the dates. My fingers stopped moving. The oldest transaction wasn't recent. It wasn't even close. Ava had been carrying some of this long before she could possibly have understood what a credit account was. I picked up the phone. "Get me the complete financial history." My assistant answered almost immediately. "Of Ava's accounts?" "Yes." "How far back?" "Everything." A pause. "Understood." I ended the call. The room fell silent again. I looked at the papers.