Lance Novels & Stories

He hung up the phone. Oh shit, my first day and I'm gonna get canned. Who the hell was that? Damn, when will I learn to keep my big mouth shut? Jared was going to be so pissed. Not long after, I heard the same gruff voice outside the door, followed by a few others, namely Colton's. My stomach was in knots, and I had to throw up. "Marcus, what the hell?" "Fight's not with you, Lyon." "You have a beef with any one of my staff, on my property, the fights with me Grimaldi."

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

They were zooming past the other cars at such speed that if they were to crash they would die on the spot and Mustang Baby would be called nothing but trash. "Don't be a pu*sy," Hunter muttered as he increased the speed. Luca cussed under his breath before he put the seat belt on and Hunter let out a deep throaty chuckle. Everyone was scared of his Mustang baby. "Here," Luca passed him a bottle of beer which he took quietly while staring at the beautiful scenery. This was Luca's spot. The place where he always disappears too. A top of the hill from where he could see the whole city sparkling in lights. The fresh breeze and the view at night were absolutely worth the peace he always searched

His gaze swept over the crowd, landing first on Mateo, then dropping to Mateo’s hand holding mine, and finally traveling up to my face. ​The silence that followed, at least for me, was deafening. Luke didn't look away. His jaw tightened so hard I could see the muscle pulse. For a moment, the "CEO mask" didn't just crack—it shattered. The coldness in his eyes was replaced by a raw, burning recognition that he seemed to be fighting with every ounce of his will. ​He whispered something to the man beside him and began walking toward us. ​"The shark is moving," Vince murmured, stepping back to give them space. "Brace yourself, Hannah."

“You wouldn’t dare!” He raised an eyebrow aimed at taunting me. “Lance, if you do that, I swear I’m deleting every photo of mine on your phone, iPad, and your laptop.” “Geez, hold your horses,” He gestured in surrender. “Bringing a bazooka to a gun fight, not fair, babe.” I was about to answer him when my phone started ringing. Lance picked up his chocolate milkshake, sucking what was left in the container while I slid my phone out.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Van protested, though he took the glass anyway. "Then who's going to take care of my drunk ass?" Lance said, already reaching for two shots lined up in front of him. "You better stay sober." He downed them both in one smooth motion, not so much as flinching. "Lan, slow down," Van said, worry creeping into his voice, brows knitting together. "It's fine." Lance tipped back another drink, unbothered, unstoppable, a storm dressed up as a man having a good night.

Where are Tony and Fang? I stare terrified as Lance’s fury builds to maximum. “Now you are just blatantly disrespecting me, and I've had enough! Lilliana, I warned you that if you betrayed me you would regret it and I meant every word!” To my horror he raises a gun and points it squarely at Drake’s chest. Drake freezes, the look in Lance’s eyes is murderous and I know he will go through with his threat. Over my dead body! “Lance no! You can't! Drake is under my protection and you must abide by that, if you want our marriage to work.”