Jean Gunnhildr Novels & Stories

She pulled me into a tight hug without saying a word at first. “Annie, my daughter!” She said, pulling me even tighter to herself. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I thought I would never see you again.” She held my face in both hands and stared at me from my head to my toe. “You are different now. Why wouldn’t you see me again? What happened to you out there, Annie?” I was speaking to her in a very calm voice. The memories started coming again… the cold woods, the cave, the blue-eyed stranger, the night he f*ck*d me, the pregnancy, the birth of the twin Alpha pups, and how I lived at Kael’s pack.

She looked up from her screen as she heard me approach, it must have been the noise of my shoes as the lobby was mostly quietness. "Mr Knight — what um, can I do for you?"She smiled, but it was obvious that she was nervous. I seem to have that effect on women. "Im looking for Jamie. Is she around?"I asked. "She's working the anniversary party tonight. I'll give her a call and see if I can get her down for you, one second."She picked up the phone and dialled her number, while I waited impatiently."I'm sorry, Mr Knight, she's not picking up, I'm sure she's busy up there. I'll keep trying her."

What the... Before I could verbally react at the sudden intrusion of the guards, they aggressively marched forward and have completely intruded my place in seconds. "What's going on here?" Claude had stepped up in front of me the moment I got lost of words. I'm a no good when it comes to situations like this. "The Alpha requests for her ladyship's presence in his chambers as sooner as I let go of the message." The Alpha King's Beta and personal attendant, Hyde Glaizer leisurely made his way in.

She arrived by snowmobile just after midnight. Freya Lindström, 29, a renowned Sami photographer from Rovaniemi, stepped into the warm igloo. Her long platinum-blonde hair spilled from under her fur hood, and her athletic yet lush body was wrapped in a thick white parka. Beneath it she wore nothing but delicate black lace lingerie. The moment her stormy grey eyes met Elias’s, her smooth, bare pussy clenched violently. A hot rush of slick arousal flooded her tight channel, instantly soaking the thin lace and beginning to drip down her inner thighs.

"Auntie... You are here..." She held his hand, nodding. "Your Mama did well in summoning me. I have come here to heal you, alright? Will you have faith with me as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting, Sander?" Sander tried to nod. "Good." She gently combed Sander's hair before she performed healing him. "I, Iseldis, the second daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Healing and Hunting who shall heal this pup named Sinbert who is gravely injured and has deep wounds on his chest."

That has to change. “Yes, she has five. She’s married to Chancellor Gunnar.” “Who is Chancellor Gunnar?” “King Leif of Norway’s chancellor,” Kane offers. “They’re our allies.” “What’s their kingdom’s name?” “Fàfnirdal. Named for a famous dragon. Come on--” Kane takes my hand --“let’s go. The sooner we get this over and done with, the sooner your mother will fuck off back to Crystal Rose.” My stomach makes summersaults and nausea pushes up in my throat. “She’s waiting for us?”

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

The huldre and Isa pounded out a quadrille that was maddening in its speed. "Isn't this marvelous?" Fylja asked, taking a deep whiff of marzipan cake that Maren and Rosy had prepared. "And look! Silje and Yuri made Isa dresses for the three of you - I cannot think of a more fitting tribute to Aslaugh!" Fylja took a bit of yule log cake from a passing duergar and gently ate it with her serrated fangs, the chocolate getting on her plump lips. She smiled mischievously. "You are a vision, Queen Jarngrimr atop her bone throne cannot take her eyes off of you... look at how her hungry looks drink you down."

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.