Lance Marley Novels & Stories

Because above Arian, there was still him, the strongest Alpha in Wolfspring. Lance didn't deny that Albert's kick on his chest left him in a lot of pain. Lance was even sure that one of his ribs was broken. He could feel it very clearly. However, Lance did not want to show his weakness before Albert. Therefore, he exerted all his strength to get up while suppressing the pain. The man took a deep breath as he clenched both hands tightly. "I am Lance Morgan. And there are no coincidences in my fights!" he said with emotion.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

I had never seen any tattoos on Lance's hands until now. "This stupid goddamned vessel is trying to fight back," He said. "Who are you?" I asked. "If you are not Lance, what have you done to him?" "Hey girl, thought you wish for who has been sending you those pretty cute envelopes to surface? Oh, I need to give you credit for still standing before me when you should be on your heel," He chuckled. His voice had turned darker. He didn't sound like Lance. "I am Lance. Lance Turner, captain of the swim team and the golden boy in Mystic Academy, well after Vesper," He snarled.

After scrolling past photos of students and adults who had hehe killed in this event, my eyes latched onto one very familiar face. Trevor Lance, Son and Heir to Alpha Lance and Willow Pack has been confirmed dead. His body was found by the cliff— My phone dropped to the floor.

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

I hate how everyone looks at me with condescension or mockery, like they’re just waiting for me to fall. The pack elders are pressuring Luca, and my marriage is going to shit because I can’t conceive an heir even though I’m an Omega. Supposedly the most fertile tier of our werewolf race. “I’m sorry, Marce... I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said in a trembling voice, wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. I touched her hand beside me, grateful, remembering how I’d taken her in when she arrived running from her abusive partner. She was a fugitive rogue, and I asked Luca to accept her. I made her my assistant, and since then she’s been my unconditional support.

Beta Lockhart said. “Greetings Alpha Rich, Beta Lockhart. This is Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack and I am his Beta, Mave,” she said. “It’s lovely to meet you,” Beta Lockhart said. “It’s a pleasure to be here,” Mave said. “Please follow our Delta, Delta Welch inside. He will escort you into the packhouse and down to the war room,” Beta Lockhart said. “My Warriors will stay outside and I will only take my Beta and my Gamma,” I said.

“You will remember where you are. And who you are. Or you will be facing me. And I am the last person that you are going to want against you.” Elara swallowed, nodding stiffly, retreating a step. “Go to your room, now.” I turned my attention to Lia then, studying her properly for the first time this morning. She looked calm, but I knew better now. This one was not weak. Not careless. Dangerous in her restraint. So was my son. And as I looked between them, one truth settled heavily in my chest: Marcel had not simply disrupted the order. He had ignited something that would not be so easily contained.

Lance Hart, the second most powerful mafia Don in the ill*gal underworld’s strongest organization, Beyond that, he’s a highly successful multi-trillionaire across the globe. Inside, everyone wore smiles, their gazes at each person from the entourage as they entered and walked by." As the final pair of the entourage, Hannah and Giovanni, made their entrance, Lance’s smile broadened considerably. “Finally!” Lance’s thoughts burst with excitement, overjoyed to at last lay eyes on his bride. “Take it easy. Don’t get too excited.” whispered the man next to Lance—his best man, Hendrix. “Celine might suddenly turn into a runaway bride,” Hendrix continued to tease.