Idris Elba Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fuck. Fuck, shit and bollocks.” Concertinaed into the back of the Jag, my car was totalled. The Jag didn’t fare much better. I prised the driver’s door open, my palms clammy and my heart racing. In my wrecked car, Bella wailed, Harry chanted shit and bollocks and Isaac sat dazed, rubbing his neck. I walked to the side of the Jag. A giant man, no a God, definitely a God, stepped out of the expensive car. A well-fitted, high-quality suit covered his broad, muscular frame. His square shoulders were tight, his lush, soft lips pulled into a hard line. He examined the back of his car, shaking his head before locking his ice-blue eyes on me. My pussy clenched. I dug my nails into my fist, fighting

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

As I rounded the corner of the wooden stables, a tall, heavy figure stepped right out from the shadow of the hayloft. It was Idris. He looked totally stressed out, his uniform shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar and his hair messed up from where he’d obviously been rubbing his hands through it. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked onto me with a look that was part frustration and part warning. "You're playing a very dangerous game, Elara," Idris said flat out, skipping any attempt at a formal greeting. I stopped, leaning my shoulder against the wooden post of the stable door. "Good morning to you too, Beta Idris. The horses look lovely today."

Placing it in his mouth, he seemed to need something to chew on to distract himself from how my body made him feel while looking at me. I brushed off his behavior with a deadpan look and asked, “My what?” “Mate.” He repeated. “You know, you look just like Selena. The blonde hair, blue eyes, and Spanish descent.” His eyes roamed over my figure once more, then shifted back to mine. “She captivated every wolf in the pack, including me, but she was mated to Dane and if I couldn’t have her, no one could.” “So, you killed her? You’re pathetic.” I countered.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Suddenly, Nyx stirred hard in my chest, letting out a low sound I had never heard from her before. I was almost terrified. Instead, my body leaned toward him, starving for the touch of so many months of nothing but the growl, his strict face and silence. His deep blue eyes—nothing like the shining eyes of the Silver Sword Pack, fixed on mine. They reminded me of the old glaciers, clear and dangerous. “Who… who are you?” My voice came out rough and cracked. He smiled, slow and sure, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. One large hand was tracing the curve of my hip with full calm.

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

He looked half good and half evil, like a mysterious king from the ancient legends. I had seen a lot of handsome alphas in my twenty-five years, but this male was the absolute highest peak of perfection. His dark eyes flashed as he watched me stare at him. "I wanted to invite you to the Crimson Moon Den for a meal, Ms. Okafor," Idris said, letting go of my hand. "But you kept telling my guards to get lost. My wolf had no choice but to hunt you down myself. I am Idris Blackthorne."

"It took you twenty-one years to speak up? You don't deserve any mercy, and I wish you all the pain that you have caused me and my family." Sarah's heartbeat pounded, and her husband placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Let her continue, honey," Geoffrey pleaded. "Iris managed to escape and attended a beauty contest hosted by Alpha Adonis, the Lycan king. He fell in love with her, and she won the competition, but someone revealed her identity to Adonis, and her father Alexander was responsible for Adonis's wife's death. Adonis hates Alexander and wants revenge for the loss of his wife. If not for Adonis' love for Iris, he might have killed her. He left her imprisoned instead."

“Men Darius trusts. They move quietly, outside pack borders. If he wanted to hide her, he wouldn’t keep her on his land. He’d use one of them.” “Names,” I said, my patience thinning. She nodded slowly. “One of them is called Elric. He handles Darius’s remote estates. Isolated places, old hunting lodges, storage compounds, places no one thinks to check.” I memorized the name instantly. Kai stepped forward. “And what do you get out of this, Claire? Redemption?”