Romans & histoires Levi Weston

But Evander was different. “She really does kind of not match you—she’s not pretty.” Thinking back on his public declaration earlier—‘My Boss has a very particular taste. He likes girls just like Miss Esther Davenier’—Levi suddenly felt a little guilty. “Is there any woman in this world worthy of me?” Cold, sharp, and untouchably powerful—that was Evander Westvale. A man so feared and respected, people joked he could order both the King of Hell and the God of Wealth around.

The middle-aged man playing with Jovie turned around to look at Liam. A young man handed him a towel respectfully, and he wiped his hands casually. Finally, his calm gaze landed on Liam. "So, you're Liam?" the middle-aged man asked, though he sounded certain. Liam frowned, exuding a frosty air slowly. He had a frosty gleam in his eyes as he replied, "That's right. I'm Liam. Who are you?" The man in the black boxing uniform handed the towel to his student. A faint smile appeared on his face as he said, "Excellent! Let me introduce myself. My name is West, Leon West. You may know me as Mr. West from the state."

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

(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.

Lucy said and stood up immediately. She stood opposite Linda and Tony. "Read my lips very well, TONY WAS NOT MY FATHER, BECAUSE ALEXIS'S DAD DID MORE JOB AS A DAD TO ME THAN TONY DOES." Lucy said finally, she turned around and played the stereo, music from Eminem began to play, and she began to wriggle her waist to the tune of the music playing.

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

It was 12:06pm, the sun had almost peaked. “Close your eyes,” Dad said, “Feel the Goddesses.” I followed his command and tilted my head back, the heat of the sun falling on my face. “I, Alpha Leonardo Loren of the Stella pack, grant my full power and authority to my son, Cato Loren, when the sun reaches its solar noon on his seventeenth birthday.” Now it was my line. We’d rehearsed this dozens of times. “And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.”

Victor Weston Age: 26 Occupation: Heir (Playboy) Personality: Arrogant, demanding, flirtatious, crude Interests: Drinking, women, movies Dislikes: following orders, books, sleeping alone. Frequency: Approximately twice a month. Victor is, so far, the most troublesome of Mr. Weston's personalities. He considers himself a modern-day playboy and prides himself on his ways with women. He is never allowed to be left alone with any females that enter the house, and they should be denied admittance on the days he appears, if possible.

And he was going to bring her home. He called his betas and gathered the elite wolves of his army. Jacob and Edward, Serena’s brothers, had become his fiercest allies since the disappearance. They didn’t speak much about their father. But Alexandro could see the same doubt reflected in their eyes. They knew something wasn’t right. And they stood by Alexandro without question. Alexandro pointed to the ancient map spread out before them. “Here,” he said, tapping the east coast with a gloved finger. “Past the mist-covered shores. Beyond the fog line.”