Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

DARIUS’S POV "Get the agents out of the room, Conrick." My voice was a low, guttural rasp that barely carried over the howling wind tearing through the shattered panoramic window. I didn't look back at the boardroom. My hands were still buried deep in the thick, metallic silver fur of Iris’s neck, my fingers locking into her warmth as the cold Manhattan rain drenched my leather jacket. The heavy scent of her silver wolf—vanilla, white lightning, and the sharp copper tang of Silas’s blood—was the only thing keeping my own beast from completely tearing the penthouse apart.

barely. The Firewolf growled with the rage inside of her. She was angry she lost The Baron. She erupted with more volcanic blasts until she was lost too, disappearing with the last blast. ** “It's her. It's her!” Olive heard voices from thousands of miles away in her head. She turned on the harsh surface and tried to pry her eyes open but couldn't. She felt hands carry her. Hands that were made to carry her. She sighed satisfactorily. Then she slipped back into the darkness.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

He read the line again quietly to himself. 'Yes,' he said. 'That is right.' — ✦ — She wrote her own vows at night, the same way she had written the research chapter — from the honest place, without trying to sound like anything other than herself. She wrote about surviving a fire and finding a cave and waking up with a one-eyed fox sitting on her chest judging her. She wrote about sword forms corrected with careful hands. She wrote about what it had felt like the first time someone listened to her with complete attention — how it had felt like drinking water after a long thirst, and how two years later it still felt exactly like that.

hiss to scream loudly Her voice when he picked her up choked her with great cruelty Her scream literally woke everyone up to the guards! Stephen ran fast Everyone left behind him to their alpha tent. They were terrified, especially when they found Renee's place empty They entered, and Aaron widened his eyes when he saw his brother strangling his companion, who moved her feet very weakly He advanced and kicked him hard from his side, causing Zayn to fall off the bed. Hina stared in the midst of her tears in horror

The Chihuahua was on the receiving end of some intermittent meaty titbits, as she scrolled through her social feeds. Johnny turned the engine off. It was time for the talk. The one needed to tie up loose ends. The conversation he prayed would keep him centered in her world. Clammy hands were a new experience for him and he swiped them over his jeans. Suck it up, dickhead, and make this right. Johnny opened the door and paused.

Oliver said with amusement. “She’s probably halfway home by now,” Nate replied. “Do you seriously not now?” Oliver asked. Nate experienced a twinge of guilt as he asked, “What should I know about the Paper Widow?” “Didn’t you read the description of the kidnapped Joselyn girl? It fits the Paper Widow to a tee,” Oliver insisted. “Oh, hell,” Nate moaned. “You seriously didn’t know?” Oliver said with unmasked amusement.

She thought she could hear a voice whispering, and she saw the ruby ring. “Help me,” Anne said. She could no longer hold her eyes open. “Please,” she whispered once more, as no one had answered her. “There is something inside me.” Dominguez came closer. “Please,” she whispered again. Dominguez grasped the affliction within her voice, puzzled. Something inside her? Indeed. He thought of the treasures that must still pulse with some life inside her, even if death hovered near. His years as a medical professional were decades behind him. Of those months spent associating with a certain merchant of the black market organ trade and the subsequent loss of his status as a medical professional, Domi