Janet Van Dyne Novels & Stories

she glared back at her. "I'm Vanessa fucking Blackwell, I can own whatever I want," she sneered. "Jake is my - " Izzie started but Vanessa cut her off. "Loyal to me now," she finished for her with a smirk, "My blood is in his veins, little slayer, I am his sire, he works for me." The thought of Jake not only being a vampire but being a vampire that was controlled by this monster barbie for eternity was almost too sickening to think about.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

There's nothing gorgeous about the old woman. "You look..." Mrs Daniels trails off as she gives me a thorough once over with a look that screams disapproval. I am putting on a long deep blue gown with no hint of skin except for the low neckline which Jason allowed after much scrutiny. "The girl looks alright Flora," Mr Daniels finished her sentence for her. "Father, I'm glad you made it," Jason pumped his Father's hand enthusiastically. "Why are you alone?" Mrs Daniels asked Henley with a tone of derision. "Because I'm alone," Henley replied.

This better not be true, because I would make sure he tasted my wrath. "I'm sorry, Alpha, but that's what we heard. Nobody knows where exactly she is but from the information we gathered, a lot of people are speculating she was attacked by rogues, and somehow she got rescued by Alpha Damian of the white blood Pack. So we think she's there at the moment." "And why didn't you go to find out yourselves?" I asked, glaring at them. The guard hesitated for a while before he answered.

He was defeated, and that made him feel humiliated. Filled with hatred, he chooses the most beautiful of the warriors to be his mate, but she is the pack's beta mate and is pregnant. That meant nothing to Jackson. He would possess her body and mark her by force. The beta would disown a woman whose body has been used and marked by another man. But Mary was a phenomenal warrior, and knowing that her offspring was in danger if she got raped, she used forces she didn't even know she had and managed to get rid of Jackson, leaving him knocked down on the floor.

He paused, then added with a hint of longing, “He was the first person to ever believe I wasn’t just a weapon. The first to stand beside me when the world called me cursed.” That silenced me. After a beat, I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from Syra’s cheek. Okay then, let’s give it a fucking shot _________________________________________________________________ They said she was dead. Miss Janet Moonclaw—the radiant Luna of the Moonclaw pack. The heart of a dynasty. I’d seen her once, years ago. Just once. Her smile was made of warmth, her presence as soothing as moonlight over rippling water. The kind of woman who made you believe that true peace existed.

"Do you know an actress... she works under the name stage Hunter Dino?" "I see," Yesenia smirked. "You are a total fan as I suspected. You know my work?" Victor's eyes bulged. "You're the first female Red Ranger!!" "Yes!" she said, striking a pose. "Let's crack some cosmic skulls!" "Amelia Jones!" he cried, practically short-circuiting. "This galaxy is under my protection! "Oh my god! I have all the merch! You look so different though!" "That's TV magic," she grinned.

Little Timmy was crying. It was a sound that broke every mother’s heart, but it was also a sound that made Daniel Winters want to break every china in his penthouse. The moment both he and Jane stepped through the elevator door to his penthouse, Pepper Potts came stumbling, her mousy hair looking even more unruly than usual. Her cat eyeglasses was also lopsided and spits of milk graced her usually polished attire. Granted, his secretary wasn’t the neatest of all his employees, but this was the first time he saw her looking like someone who had just clawed her way out of a crocodile-infested jungle.