Lance Novels & Stories

He grabs the tallest man’s collar and punches him in the face. The two men rush over and try to pull him back. Lance elbows one of them, then knocks the other one in the stomach. The tallest man takes out a knife from his back and lunges at him. "Lance, watch out," I scream and leap to my feet. Lance quickly steps aside, but the knife still cuts his waist. He staggers and looks at them fiercely. My breathing hitches as I notice the blood trickling down from his wound. The raindrops falling on him cause the blood to stream down his leg.

Lanceil’s handsome face. "You are the one applying as my maid?" his husky voice resonated in my ears, deep as the Atlantic Ocean. I found myself unable to speak while looking at this guy. Lanceil has tanned skin. His eyes were distinct on both ends, but the outer parts pointed upward. He has plums under his eyes that protruded whenever he squinted, making his eyes look small. His nose bridge’s upper part is thin but widened at the lower leg, yet it’s pointed. And his lips... yeah, those lips which are crescent in both corners really remind me of a cat. His height settled in the middle of tall and short. I could say it's an avera

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

Lisa leaned against the mansion's grand entrance, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to calm her racing heart. The vial in her pocket felt like it was burning a hole through her coat, a heavy reminder of the perilous task ahead. She had the antidote, or at least part of it, but the danger was far from over.

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 Ac

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.

The blonde affectionately rubbed his cheek against Azrin’s own before pulling back, only to place the tell-tale weight of a claiming fur on Azrin’s shoulders. “I, Lexus Burns, declare Azrin Marrow as my intended, subject only to his consent,” Lexus sounded confident if you weren’t used to the male. There was just the smallest waver in his voice indicative of his nervousness. He was giving Azrin a choice. Damn you, Lex.

The hallway was dimly lit by lanterns hanging on the walls, casting flickering shadows and the feeling of death hung heavy. As I walked forward, I noticed the doors along the corridor, each one locked. Each person was quarantined separately. A chill ran down my spine at the sight. Ronan stood at the end of the hall, in front of a single open door. Inside, a man sat hunched on a cot, his breathing ragged. His eyes were bloodshot, skin pale and glistening with sweat. His hands trembled slightly as he clutched his arms, his muscles visibly tensed with fear.

He jumps up “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see this little spitfire that has you all bent out of shape” He laughs “Wait, what's her name did you find out?” I look up at my over excited Beta knowing he will love this, us both growing up with the Gods. “Enyo” Trent clapped his hands and started laughing. “Our Luna is named after the Goddess of war, hell should I call you Aires?” I throw my cushion at him, us both laughing proper belly laughing.

"Lance..." "Shh, I know. Just breathe for me," Lance murmured. He stayed perched over Ragnar, using his free hand to stroke Ragnar’s hair back from his forehead, trying to keep him calm. "I’m going to go slow. You just tell me when it’s too much."