Homelander N Word Novels & Stories

"We don't talk about that incident or mention them. If you value your life, let this be the first and last time you ever talk about them" No, that can't be. Is Leander saying that Kaden's father and brother, the only family he had are dead? How? ******************************************

“What? No! Brooklyn, I swear everything I’ve told you is true.” “Well, obviously not, Hunter, or I would have known what you were doing here!” Hunter’s voice sounded defeated as he buried his hair in his fingers. “I can’t do this anymore. My name isn’t Hunter. It’s Landon.” Brooklyn felt her heart stutter and her breath hitched. “So not only are you not human and not an engineer, but your name isn’t even Hunter?” Hunter, now Landon, nodded his head and pulled his fingers from his scalp. “Look, it’s a long story—”

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

I said, nodding toward him. Landon raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Is that your breeder?” I shrugged. “Yes” “She’s not the type I’d expect from you,” Landon said casually. “But then again, I suppose no one compares to Calister.” His words hit harder than they should have, but I refused to let him see the wound he’d reopened. I shrugged again. “It doesn’t matter what my type is. She’s irrelevant she’s only there to bear a child, and that’s all.”

“I’m an ordinary employee in your office, but you are using your lycan’s identity to scare an omega. So, it’s natural that I am defensive.” My simple reason was unable to find its way to his brain. He leaned in, his voice was barely above a whisper. “Stop Lying, love. You are a born wolf, not an omega.” His warm breath fanning my face nauseated me to the core, the smell of peppermint was my new enemy from now on. I hit my finger on his stone chest to push him away. “A human born without a wolf is called an omega, Mr. Anderson! I am a single mother, struggling for a living.

He offered them a small wave while Holden looked personally offended several feet away. “Excuse me,” Holden interrupted. “What about me?” Evren finally looked up at him. “I assumed you introduced yourself before dragging them across half the continent.” “Well I didn’t,” Holden complained instantly. Leander crossed his arms with a grin. “Jealous, Holden?” Holden threw him a filthy look before focusing dramatically on the twins again. “I am Uncle Holden,” he announced proudly. “I saved you whi—” “Technically,” Leander interrupted pleasantly, “you burned down their home.”

Chapter 018 "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking Nathan Monroe!" Homer found himself in a deeply embarrassing situation at the dinner party, where he had expended millions on gifts yet was dismissed by Lawrence Monroe. His frustration was directed towards Nathan and the Summers family, leading him to disregard all of them, including Kendra.

Jonah forced a smile, nodding along to whatever the couch was saying, pretending to pay attention before jogging over to join us. I felt numb to it all. I was angry for sure but beneath was fear. Hunter was playing a game none of us understood, and now he’d roped in some kid to make me look like the bad guy in front of Astrid. But it was really what the kid had called him that got to me. “He called Hunter ‘Alpha’,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper in the mind link. Ryder’s eyes widened and he shot me a knowing look. “That means…” Ryder began, but I cut him off with a nod. Hunger was an Alpha’s son. It confirmed everything I had been suspecting about his abilities and the real danger h

Made it entertainment. The comments underneath made his stomach turn. "She deserves everything she gets." "Homewrecker." "What did she expect?" "Her family should disown her." Hundreds of them. Thousands. All tearing her apart. Piece by piece. Landon's grip tightened on the tablet. His knuckles went white. He kept scrolling. Couldn't stop. Like picking at a wound that wouldn't heal. More headlines. More hatred. More photos of her looking destroyed. Finally, he threw the tablet onto the counter. It clattered. Loud in the silent penthouse.

The hallway is very quiet around me. I am a healer. I have thirty-one years of professional practice keeping my face neutral when patients say things that land like stones in water. I am currently deployed those thirty-one years with everything I have. "The thing is," Landon says to River, in the tone of someone arriving at the conclusion of a long analysis, "I don't know if I'm allowed to want them. Because they hurt Mom. And wanting people who hurt your mom feels like being on the wrong side." A beat. "But also... they came back. And they keep coming back. And Grandma Mira says actions are louder than words, and their actions are — " He pauses again. "Loud."