Historique Novels & Stories

Riley said angrily, looking at Eli. "Is someone jealous?" "Jealous, ha! You wish. But if another she-wolf touches you like that again, then you will know what jealousy is." "Whoa! I didn't mean any harm. Riley, you are the only one I want. Plus, what about that chemistry with you and Zach?" "I did nothing! It was all him. What kind of history do you have with Penelope?" "We dated, or at least she thinks we did. It was just sex. I had needs when I traveled. It's been over for a long time, Riley. I promise. You are mine and the only one I want. We all have a history."

the doctor explained, looking amused at my horror. “No, no, no. That's impossible, Sansa...” I suddenly realized something “What color is the puppy?” "White...” said the doctor confused. “That son of a bitch!” I yelled angrily. “Uncle Louis!” “What?! It's not a lie! It's a bitch!” I answered running a hand through my hair, "That damn Hardy dog ​​took something that didn't belong to him... He was supposed to be old! Aren’t dogs of that age like humans? Isn’t them stop working from their―”

“That’s him.” Victor followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he watched the figure from the garden enter the lower levels of the estate. “He’s heading for the west wing,” one of the guards said, his voice urgent. Victor straightened; his jaw clenched. “That’s where the records are,” he said. “They’re after the ledger.” Olivia turned to him. “The ledger?” “It contains information on every deal, every ally, every enemy I’ve ever had,” Victor explained. “If it falls into the wrong hands...”

I quickly looked at my feet. "Brother" his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. It had been so long since I heard it. Wait a minute. Brother? "It's been a while. Two or three centuries?" "Four centuries" "Ah.. that's right four centuries." The tension between these two could be cut with a knife. They stood for a while without saying anything. We had caught the attention of a better part of the guests. I reached to scratch my mark. "The lady is uncomfortable" yes I am.

He took down two pool sticks from the wall and headed me one. We played a few games of pool, until Xander decided he wanted to go hunt. He informed me that Jillie tried to give him packaged blood. I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended look on his face. Xander was not a fan of packaged blood, even if it was human. He was not a big fan of animal blood but would take it occasionally. Most of the time, he got his fill directly from a human source and wiped their memory clean of him when he was done.

" Finally, I can get to see some emotion on his face. He looks sorry but I can tell he is still angry. Is the anger directed at me? That, I can't tell but if it is, he is doing one hell of a great job in restraining himself from busting. We talked for a while, even though we are still both very angry, we still talked out our problems and try to move on. That is how it has always been for us. Yesterday's problem has never affected our today. We have a way of sorting our problems but that is only possible because we communicate well.

I noticed that, whenever she was remembering something, she would look to the ground and start fiddling with either her hands or the loose piece of fabric which was hanging from the sleeve of her hoodie. Family was overrated anyway. My father stopped having an interest in me when I was a baby, and he stopped having an interest in my mother too since he slept with any unmated she-wolf who would have him, he deliberately broke my mother's heart rather than rejecting her because he wanted her to understand how his life had been ruined with my birth.

It spoke to me and I knew within me that it did. The hurrid screeching of the tyres of a luxurious looking vehicle which I couldn't place it's name, was just enough to drag me out for my reverie. It had a finite Matt black which scared me more because I'd fsred that the Man from earlier had come back to finish off from where he'd started. Then all of sudden, I saw Fabri hurry towards my direction. The expression on his face spoke volumes directed towards being genuinely concerned, tensed and perplexed all at the same time.

So here goes nothing, I think, and lead my brothers deeper into the yawning blackness ahead. "It stinks down here," Roberto mutters. "That's because these tunnels are over one-hundred years old," Connor states. "Can you imagine all the booze they used to sneak in through here?" "Barrels of it, I'm sure." Roberto nearly bumps into me when I abruptly stop. "What's up?" Cocking my head, I listen closely, trying to hear past the dripping water, wishing I could see beyond the looming obscurity and endless shadows ahead. "I thought I heard something."