Jericho Wednesday Novels & Stories

The thought of how she knew about my meeting with Julio lingered on my mind. My phone buzzed, and when I stared at my phone screen, it was a message from Jericho… owner of the Velvet Massacre. JERICHO: We need to talk. I frowned at his text. What right did he have to summon me to his clubhouse? But when I got back to L’impasse des Ombres, I went anyway. It was still too early for the clubhouse to be filled with jobless people. Jericho sat in one of his chairs in his inner room, smoking.

Jericho says to me as he sits down beside me on the bed and gives me a hug. "They won't be able to harm you anymore," he whispers, his voice filled with compassion. "You're safe now, with me." As Jericho holds me in his arms, I can feel the weight of his words sinking into my bones. A profound sense of relief washes over me, knowing that I am no longer alone in this battle. With Jericho by my side, I have a chance to reclaim my life and find the justice I deserve.

Not consciously, and it mostly happened in those moments just before he fell asleep. I don’t want to think about that now though. I’ve wasted too many nights worrying about it already. “You did extremely well today,” Jericho says. “I’m very proud of you.” “Uhm. Thank you, I guess?” Jericho lets out a breathy little laugh. “No more talk about Harriet or Landon or any of the other shit until tomorrow, okay? I just want to have a decent meal and a proper night’s rest. Is that okay?”

Trixie's point of view It was just Wednesday and I was already exhausted. I Just finished fourth block and was heading to the parking lot with Jerica in tow behind me. She was telling me about something sweet Jake had done but how she wasn't impressed because it was nice for now but she was sure her mate would do things even sweeter. She kept trying to detach herself from him. Jerica's birthday was in about two months. It was obviously she had feel for Jake pretty hard and if Jake found a mate she would be devastated even though she would sooner die than admit that.

Jericho overheard the soft voice of Maria and immediately approved here her water on a cotton ball. Jericho pressed the button to the nurse's station, "My wife is already awake, please come over. Thanks," he said over the microphone. "Thank God, you're already awake my love," Jericho couldn't help but cry while pressing the cotton ball with water on Maria's lips. "Why are you crying, Echo?" Maria softly asked him. "I am happy. You've finally awakened. You've been sleeping for a week," Jericho gently touched Maria's thin and pale face.

Jericho fisted his hair and then looped a hair tie around it, "I figured at least one of us three needed to cut you some slack. Anyway, you only think I'm nice because you don't really know me." "Do you want to kill everyone just because you don't like them?" I sarcastically quizzed with a smile that felt real after so long. Jericho pretended to give my question some thought, bright green eyes reflecting the afternoon sun, "No, I don't think so." "And do you spew orders expecting everyone to follow them as if you're God's gift to mankind?" My question dripped with just as much sarcasm as the first one. Jericho bit back his smile, shaking his head vigorously, "I definitely don't do that."

Joseph took a deep breath and followed Felicity. He saw her turn down a side street, and he hurried to catch up. He turned the corner, and he saw her standing in front of a large, ornate building. He slowed his pace, not wanting to startle her again. He watched as she unlocked the front door and went inside. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Pride never let their love for each other burn. They were enemies from the first day and all he wanted was revenge for his pride.

“Unfortunately not. During your unconscious trip, a lot had been happening. Your mines in Eclipse need reconstruction, our business with Trivia need signature validation and yes - we still have that huge sum to pay to a Mad grand Alpha or else it's certain doom for all of us,” He spoke swiftly without breaking eye contact. “Got it,” I quickly dropped a kiss on Triscade's lips before standing up. “I will see you later tonight. Don't die on me,” “I won't,” he responded but he got a scornful stare from Jericho who held on to his dagger in a threatening pose. “Let's go!” I pushed him alongside. ********* “This is weird,” Jericho commented as we drove to the company. “What's weird?” “Always hangi

She had felt this energy twice before, once when she found out about werewolves, and once at the academy when her instructor knocked her on her ass. Jericho’s eyes moved to the gun as he made his way toward her. He could smell her. His cock already twitching at the thought of its meal. “Names Jericho. I saw you at the gas station and well, I couldn’t help but get a bit curious.” He rubbed the back of his neck trying to decide if she was friendly or a threat. He already knew what she was and with so few bears left, he was not leaving her unmated.

Days went by and the speculations on me and Jericho getting back together are just getting fired up each second. Well, how couldn’t it be when Jericho is always waiting for me outside our classroom every day? I, myself, am not believing any of this. “What are you doing here again?” I asked Jericho as he grinned at me at lunch. He blinked at me. “What? I just want to eat with you.” He replied acting all so innocent and it’s making me irritated at most.