Leo Cruz 소설 & 이야기

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt

Antonio added, “she was the light you have always wanted.” Again Lucian ignored him and got into the car but Antonio was not ready to back down, he leaned on the window of the car and stared at him, “back then in Mexico, that night in that party, I saw you Alejandro, not Lucian. I saw Alejandro, my friend, my brother. I never thought I would ever be seeing him again but she…she brought him out, she made me see him again and if I am being honest, I loved that and it made me love her and wish she would stick around because if she does, I would be seeing more of Alejandro.” “You seem to be forgetting something,” Lucian glanced at him, “Alejandro is dead, he died in that accident. So stop wishin

Eye catching and it didn't have his name signed at the tip of the photograph rather, a different kind of name that didn't feel like hers. 𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎. 𝑻𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂. "You like it?" His voice was thicker. He pulled her closer, his hands circling on her waist. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. His scent— an infiltrating mix of fresh scent of flowers and bubble showers.

The old man had been telling her stories earlier while she was sipping a cup of hot, natural chocolate. That was the new product being proudly promoted by Lexa Enterprises—chocolates exclusively made in Escobar. She didn’t know that their adopted sibling was now manufacturing chocolate bars and powdered chocolate. From the butler’s story, Alexa could feel how proud he was of Aslan. She was stunned when she heard about Lexa Enterprises. Whenever she saw it in commercials before, she thought it was just a coincidence that it shared her name. She had no idea her actual name was being used for the business and its products.

Beta Rodriguez nodded his head and walked towards the car while I made my way to the passenger seat. He drove down the road we passed by earlier when I began to see the houses. There were a lot of pack members outside their house, enjoying this beautiful day. A nostalgic smile appeared on my face when I remembered the day I was this happy and carefree. It was almost a year ago, just before I found out that Luis was my mate.

But it wasn’t long before someone stopped her in her tracks. A tall man stood by the bar in a tailored black suit, the fabric clinging to him like it was stitched onto his body. His dark hair was slicked back, and his jaw was sharp enough to cut glass. He raised a brow, eyes locked on her. “Ximena Antonio,” he said, his voice rich and low. “We finally meet.” She tilted her head, studying him. “And you are?” “Leandro Cruz.” He offered his hand, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Then it hit me. "Lopez..." I breathed while nodding. Cyrus stood up from his chair and started to pick up the empty boxes of the chinese takeout he bought on his way back here. I watched him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I still can't believe that Cyrene is his sister but, something's not right. "So, if she is your sister, why is she not using Steele? Why Lopez?" I asked then I saw the way his body tensed.

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.