Iris Johansen Eve Duncan Series Novels & Stories

The sheer audacity of a man like Rilind Dervishi thinking he can breathe the same air as the Families. He’s an insect. And insects get crushed. I pick up the fabric swatch again. Midnight blue with stars is perfect. I stand up and button my jacket. I need to see her. I need to reset my baseline before I let the violence take over completely. Eve is sitting in the comfortable leather throne I bought her. Her feet are propped up on the footrest, crossed at the ankles. She’s wearing sensible loafers, which makes me smirk, but she’s frowning at her laptop screen with a ferocity that could strip paint.

Eve turn s to Adam, not understanding the cold welcome she has been receiving from the moment she enters Dzhimara but the joy in his face talking to his family made her pause and turns back to greet them. Despite the uncomfortable vibe the lady was giving, Eve can’t help but see how beautiful she was. She had curly hazelnut colour hair too but her eyes were so black against her fair skin that it made her beauty popped out more. She wore a green dress that was all too flowery and glittery like she was heading to a ball. Suddenly, she had a wide smile on her face and offered her hand. “Delighted to see you. Miss Eve, daughter of Aidan The great, children of the goddess Khione and whatever goes

Phedra Elizabeth was silent in her thoughts. “Still should heal first.” Phedra Elizabeth nudged Duncan Hiddleston's head gently onto the arm of the chair. Gently come out of your sitting position. Phedra Elizabeth went out, another shirt in hand. Phedra Elizabeth had barely been out when Duncan Hiddleston woke up. Duncan Hiddleston did not see Phedra Elizabeth, his limbs were naturally flustered, Duncan Hiddleston ran to where Maris Jane was sitting. At this time, Maris Jane is talking to the police. Duncan Hiddleston pulled Maris Jane's hand aside but also refused the police question. The police intended to join the investigation to investigate Duncan Hiddleston's behavior but were stopped

Her expression turned annoyed, and her mouth cursed him at the thought of his 'unconcerned face'. 'Tsk! Be thankful you were born handsome, Nathan.' Iris then closed her eyes and fell asleep. Hopefully, when she wakes up, the plane will land in Hawaii. "Do you know the name Haires?" Iris suddenly opened her eyes again when Eva suddenly asked. Her eyes were staring awkward at her. Iris struggled to swallow her saliva of nervousness. Eva even had time to hear it, too, and only now did she ask about it. And also, she didn't know who Haires was, even though it was a strong guess that Haires was Jonathan's real name.

I snapped, and I felt my jaw getting tighter with every second. "Zurich was ten years ago, way before your father decided to play god with your DNA," Marcus said, spinning his chair to face me with a serious look, "and Iris was a total prodigy, a coder who could see the 'ghost' in any machine, and Dante Moretti was the only one who could keep up with her. They weren't just rivals, Darius, they were a closed circuit." I felt a sharp, bitter cold settle in my gut and it wasn't magic or some wolf instinct, it was just the oldest human emotion in the book—pure, unadulterated jealousy.

The warmth of Eve’s body still lingered on my skin, but now it felt like a brand. The phone was still clenched in my fist, the dead line echoing in my head like a gunshot. Darius? He had to be the fucking one. That bastard knew. He knew everything. I stared out at the endless white beyond the window, mind racing—how close was he? How long had he been watching? What the fuck was his next move? A soft moan pulled me back. I turned. Eve was stirring under the sheets, eyes fluttering open, dark hair tangled across the pillow. She looked soft, sated, and beautiful in the faint morning light. My chest tightened for an entirely different reason now.

Johansen. Teri navigated their small SUV along the crowded streets of morning traffic by rote memory, only superficially aware of the world around her. On the drive to school, Zoe bounced along to familiar songs on the radio, singing to herself quietly and watching the scenery go by with Evie while Teri ruminated. The memories she associated with Nick Johansen were, bar none, the worst of her life.

He would run the pack from his home in the Hellhound territory. Taking another drag from his cigarette, his eyes sought out Eva, spotting her with Maria and Duncan by the bar. She looked stunning in a burgundy midi dress with long sleeves and wrapped around her figure, complementing her form and her soft skin. She was smiling, a sight Daniel had barely seen since they first met but one he was determined to spend the rest of his life trying to see again. But, despite the smile, Eva had been quiet since her talk with Eshe. Daniel had sensed her worry the moment she came back. He had tried to ask about it but Eva had put it off by saying she wanted to enjoy the evening. Stubbing out his cigaret

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

“I didn’t expect to run into you here. Coincidentally, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” “Is that so?” I cleared my throat lightly. “Sit down, then. Tell me what this is about.” William Johansen—one of Orion’s most trusted men. He’d been assigned to the SilverFang Pack to keep an eye on Iris. He sat across from me and carefully laid out a few documents on the table. “I brought this, ma’am.” Most of the photos he showed me captured Iris doing the things she’d once told me about—attending classes, walking through the Pack grounds, and tending to the herbal garden. The same garden I once nurtured with all my heart. And now, my daughter continued what I had started.