Lance Novels & Stories

I heard a shout that made us stop fighting. “Stop, please” She begged in a cold voice. While looking at us and holding my gun. “Lady,” Duke said. He can’t believe what he saw. She is wearing a dress. Candy’s dress and she is crying. He can’t also believe that Lady is just there all along. She heard everything we talked about. He smiles because Lady is alive and now she is standing in front of us. She keeps on crying. Her tears only tell me that she had enough.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Shane laughed. Yep, actually laughed. He sounded absolutely unhinged. “I don’t know who you think you are, but a coward who won’t even show his real face has no business being here,” Shane growled. What’s that supposed to mean? Before I could ask, Chance lunged, and I cried out. His fist came crashing down on Shane’s jaw, but he didn’t stumble backward. And he didn’t dodge. Why didn’t he? He just returned his punch with a blow of his own. He swung his arm, his fist slammed into Chance’s chest. Hurt, he stumbled back, but recovered quickly. Chance dropped low and darted forward, his claws extended as he swiped. Shane took it yet again without trying to get out of the way. His arm lashed out a

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

even though Drake never officially was. “Lance, hey. Are you enjoying your stay? I am sure many of the unmated females are falling over you.” I smile at him. It’s the truth. Lance is handsome. He’s tall with broad shoulders, messy spiky sandy brown hair, tan glowing skin, muscles everywhere, and a smile that could make the moon goddess blush. Lance replied to my comment.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Lance threw the box, kicked it away and then stared at his reflection on the mirror. “This feels so f*cking sh*t, assh*le, that freaking b*stard, son of a b*tch, I oughta get his eyeballs out and give it to %&(&, and S*(& ^%* &*^ &%* ^* ^*% &&%&$ ^ $&*&%^ *&^# ^% #&^$^,” he murmured sharp curses one after another, that one could feel the chill if they heard him right now. Lance does not want to attend the inauguration party even if he received an invitation weeks ago.

So, it tracked, and that combined with the fact the had no scent, something that should have been impossible to do; only a higher power could do that as I knew of no creature that could completely mask its smell. I made a fist, and punched straight out, releasing a small gust of wind. As I did it became tinged with black veins, and I saw small flames begin to dance on it. It slammed into the target and lit it on fire, while simultaneously squeezing it with thin black bands. Then a slim silver light began pushing against it, away from the target, it created a half an inch space between them. Lance was standing next to me, sweat beading on his forehead as he con

My senses, despite being weakened, noticed that some of them chickened out. On top of that, reality struck into their senses that they don't stand a chance against our two teams combined when most of them were carrying something in their hands; baseball bats, logs, fist-sized stones, and even daggers. "Shit," Lance uttered profanity while studying the hallways behind them. "Get ready to carry Ezra's body. We'll slow them down." "Are you sure you can slow us down, huh, Lance?" Razel replied with conviction as they stopped stepping their foot upon reaching three meters away from me.

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.