Lance Marley Mga Nobela at Kwento

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

Who could have kidnapped their daughter that way and even on the day of her wedding. "Oh! Look! He's on tux. I think they're getting married. Congratulations!" "Enough, Michaels! Get out!" Lance exclaimed in rage as he turned around. Christopher laughed even more. He could see that Lance was in the verge of exploding. When he glanced at the video closer, he was even more joyful. He was familiar with that stance. "Oh, you should start calling Madrigal your son-in-law!" "What?" Verga exclaimed in shocked. "Enough! Guard, get him out!" Lance yelled.

Lance growled, his teeth gritted with rage, unable to articulate anything further. "Here, big brother, have some wine," Maya offered, attempting to diffuse the tension as she extended a glass towards him. But before she could blink, he snatched the glass and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Well, there goes a good wine," I remarked dryly, relaxing in my seat to observe his display of anger. Lance had always struggled to contain his temper, a flaw that often landed him in trouble, yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes.

he answered with a sly grin, then whispered conspiratorially, “I spoke with Drake at the hospital while you were talking to Amy and he arranged it for us.” “That was nice of him,” I said, taking a sandwich. “How long have you known him?” “A long time,” Lance said, taking a bite of his sandwich. I suddenly remembered that he had beautiful green eyes. “He’s not a …” “Vampire?” Lance finished, casually taking a sip of his dark, purple juice. “Yes, he is.” “Wow,” I said in astonishment. “I had no idea.” “He hides it well,” Lance replied, eating another sandwich.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

It's your burden you must shoulder it and it's your destiny, you can never change it. " You do not belongs in a ranch in some Texas. You are not born to be a cowboy but to be a leader. " You can't stay here. You are meant to be in Italy. Marco murdered anyone who speaks your name now. " He was said to have made konstantin Dmitri his business partner. He had collided with the enemy and I won't be surprised if he gave the package to the enemies " Silence fell and everyone allowed Maximo to make his decision. there in the corner Arlene was praying for Maximo to never said yes.

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

“Did you know about this Merry?” “That he was famous?” I quizzed. “No, I didn’t know anything about him so I’m shocked that he is the son of Jackson Scott and that he is a famous singer. Although I didn’t mind that they had the same surname but… I had no idea at all.” “We all didn’t have any idea at all. This is huge!” May chimes happily. “Merry, he is a perfect replacement for Lance!” May reminds me. “What?” Claudine intrigues. “What do you mean replacement for Lance?”

Lance closed his eyes with thoughts in his mind. So these how I die, without doing anything or revenge my parents. A tear drop rolls down his cheek. "Bang! bang! bang! The sounds of gun shot echos the air however lance did not feel any pain or feel the drop of blood. He opens his eyes. An image of a man on top hat on a black suit and a trench coat, his red eyes gleaming in the dark holding a cigar and a gun standing at the door. The man from before begins to walk towards lancelot.