Jared Salvador Novels & Stories

"You can scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to save you. Also, I need to remind you that Kira is sleeping soundly. She won't come here to save you." "I can save myself," said Doctor Greg. "I need no help from the likes of you!" "How about you save yourself now?" Trevor grinned wickedly. He swung the bat with him and slammed it hard into one of his arms. A howl escaped Doctor Greg's lips, followed by a series of curse words. "Just wait until I get out of this goddamned chair, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that rotten heart of yours, and I'll have your head in one of my cabinets and watch it rot slowly!"

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Shut up" Zelda screamed, laughing hysterically. "Why will you answer when you weren't the one I was talking to? What gives you the right to talk back at me?'' "Zelda, get out this minute" I heard Salvatore speak for the first time. " If I cannot have you Eduardo, no one else and I mean no one else would have you" A shrieking sound was heard before a loud thump on the ground. "What have you done?"

“I’m confident you will recover from the Alpha’s thrall by this evening,” Oh shit. She knew exactly what had happened between me and Jacob. Well, Mellisandrei is an expert on this one so it’s not shocking. I remember Jacob telling me that he asked Mdllisandrei’s opinion and expertise, so I assume he told her the reason why I’m temporarily paralyzed. “Don’t be shy. It’s normal for a virgin like you to feel that.” Mellisandrei murmured. She noticed the heat rushing to my cheeks and kept her voice so low it barely carried across the space.

he asked in a hoarse voice, eyes flicking up nervously, “Do you know Serena? Does anyone here know Serena? Serena Ava Morales, anyone?” His voice trembled—less from the cold than from fear. Rita blinked, sluggishly trying to process. The man reeked—of sweat, filth, and desperation. He looked half-homeless. This man was Jared—Serena’s cousin. The only surviving member of the Garcia family. After the family’s downfall, Jared had vanished without a trace. Now, hunted and ragged, he had resurfaced, clinging to one final hope: Serena. He had no one left to turn to. No one to trust. But even if they'd fallen out long ago—and she’d blocked his number—Serena was the only person he could think of who

“Shit. I can't believe it's you. Thought my eyes were messing with me.” Hayden raised a brow. “You know him?” Jared shrugged like it was nothing. “I led his platoon once.” “That man saved my entire squad from getting blown sky-high,” Reyes added proudly. “If he says jump, we fucking jump.” Hayden’s mouth curved. “That sounds about right.” Jared ignored their comments. “Can we focus? What's the update?”

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

“You were there too, weren’t you? He was carrying you.” The guy’s blue eyes went a little distant. “Yeah. That was me.” He tried to move, but Calder pinned him to his side. “Let go, will you? Jesus.” He tugged himself away, Calder reluctantly allowing it. “I’m Jared,” he said. “And you’re safe here. Completely. I was going to call you soon, I’d gotten distracted. We had some trouble, and then we went to freaking Canada—anyway. Long story.” He’d come close enough to touch. Jared. Who’d been in the same place as me, had been broken enough, like me, to be useless in the escape—but stood here in front of me, looking mostly recovered, at home, safe and sound.

Jaycee and Salvador were in deep love with each other. Salvador resisted the pressure from his family and married Jaycee whose family background was ordinary. He must be very fond of her. Salvador was about the same height as Russell. However, compared to Russell, Salvador looked much gentler. Unlike Geovanni with a soft look, Salvador only spoke gently. His appearance was as aggressive as Russell's. Jaycee's facial features were very sharp. When she did not smile, she looked rather serious. Perhaps it was because of her professional habits. She was taller than Chelsea and was probably taller than 5 feet 5 inches.