Lip Gallagher Novels & Stories

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father . Chapter 12: a colossally screw up . Speaking of--there was a firm knock at the door, and Gael rose to let her in. Chanty Starr, or Chanty as the industry and fans knew her, was a sweet faced woman, known for her clever songs and a personality that drew people in. Gael himself had talked to her during a few awards shows, and he found that he definitely did not hate her presence. She was polite and private, and she had a similar drive and enthusiasm that he enjoyed working with.

I thought at first, and then realizing they there was actually no way around it, I went on, "Your girlfriend, Laila is a thief, the greatest criminal I have ever known. I can show you why/how."

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. "But it was okay—Gallagher had a plan. He said he was going to kill you. So I held off on killing you and your daughter, let him take care of it himself. He said once you were gone, he’d go back to Carmilla and take your daughter with him." He clicked his tongue again, pressing the gun harder against my head. I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks. "But that damned Gallagher! He said he never planned to kill you! He left Carmilla for you! Said he loves you! You—a gold-digging bitch!"

Just survive the intermission. Beside me, a tiny, frail servant girl named Lira was down on her hands and knees, frantically scrubbing a patch of blood-slicked dirt off Lady Morrigan’s spare moon-steel shin-guards. She couldn't have been more than fourteen years old, a rankless orphan taken from the outer boundary camps, her small frame so gaunt her ribs showed through her thin grey wool dress. Her hands shook violently as she wiped the metal, her wide brown eyes darting toward the upper stands in absolute terror every time the crowd stomped their boots.

That is the only reason my claws hadn't shoved her away immediately. Noticing my beast's sudden distress, Gage Slater breaks free from Kairo Vale’s steel grip and circles back onto the path. “Gali, that was… Do your trackers actually know her?” he inquires, a loud note of surprise in his voice. I glance down at the crumpled paper cash in my palm—two crisp hundred-silver bills and a fifty-silver piece—and my face turns into a hard scowl. Without saying a single word to his face, I shove the cheap silver at Kairo Vale and stalk off toward the heavy doors of the VIP warrior lounge, completely ignoring Gage’s annoying question.

It's not like you stand to lose anything. I stormed forward and pushed her out of the room. "Evonne Ziegler, I finally understand now. You're sick in the head!" This time, I directly called her by her full name before slamming the door and locking it. "Hey! Shanice Xander, how dare you insult your mother? Open this door right now and apologize to her!" Jack shouted as he ran forward and pounded hard on the door. The rest of the relatives soon joined in. They were kicking and slamming against my bedroom door one after another.

Gael groaned, slumping in his seat. “Yeah, we know.” Gabriel reached over, flicking Gael’s ear and making him try to bite him in retaliation. “I have to apologize to both of them—I didn’t realize it was because of me, and Lily, oh man, now I feel bad. She probably thought…” “Just set the record straight when we get home. She might not have helped sell her out, but she wasn’t where she was supposed to be because her jealousy got the best of her. She’s already going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble, best to give her a clean break,” I told him, hoping Gael would take my advice or at least let Lillian down once and for all.

Bella smiled at him. "Won't you at least introduce me to your bodyguard who won't leave your side?" Dillan glanced over at Adrian that stood at the corner. "About him? You don't deserve to know" "Senior Dillan!" A tiny and Soft voice called, as they all looked over to see Glean walking up to them. "And you are?" Dillan looked at the strange girl while feeling like she looks familiar. "I'm Glean, I'm the younger sister of Gelly. The one who died 3 months ago" Glean introduced.