Lyle Stevik Novels & Stories

He arched his eyebrow, “I've been watching you маленький ягненок(Little lamb) I seen for myself just how much you Do with him,” He's been stalking me? And he watched what Avery and I did? “Your a stalker,” Nikolai shrugged his shoulders, “i do what i must to get what I want,” “What do you want?” There's that cocky grin he always wears on his face. “What I want is to bring Avery Cole down,” He paused. “And i think I just found the key to do it,” “I'm nothing to Avery all i want is my best friend back,” “маленький ягненок( little lamb) your Blind when it comes to the world. You should have listened to Avery and trusted no one,”

This wasn’t just an attack—it was a message. “She’s gone,” he whispered. Ravik’s voice echoed in his mind. Find her. Hunt them down. Tear them apart. But who? Who had dared to abduct his Luna? His thoughts immediately went to Valerian. That snake had been too quiet lately. His movements unpredictable, his mind unreadable. It wouldn’t be beyond him to use something this underhanded. But Alexandro had no proof. And accusing Valerian without evidence would plunge the two packs into a war neither was ready for.

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Derrick asked still thinking Derry was going to tell him what Lily had told him. "What happened to Lyla was no accident. Someone was assigned to carry it out," Derry said. "The person who was employed to execute this task was paid from Mr. Adam Shawn's account which is still active," Derry announced and Derrick was shocked to hear that. "Who is using that account?" Derrick asked surprised and Derry was a little hesitant. "Errmm, it is Lily," Derry finally said. Derrick froze in place. That was not what he was expecting to hear.

Matt inquired, his gaze shifting towards Lily. George nodded, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and concern. "Yes, Matt. This is Lily," he confirmed. "She joined Moore Enterprises as Blake's secretary after enduring a tumultuous journey, hopping from one establishment to another to escape from Jake's clutches. Greta, once the Dark Forest Pack leader, had recruited Lily, but Jake strongly opposed the idea. He subjected her to bullying and even inflicted a brutal incident that nearly cost Lily her life."

She walks like she owns the room, even though she clearly doesn’t. I glance at Jace. He gives a small nod, almost imperceptible. “This is Stevie,” he says. “New recruit. Warrior class.” “She looks young,” I murmur, eyeing her. My hybrid stirs beneath my skin, always alert to unknowns. “Are you sure about this?” Jace grins faintly. “I know she doesn’t look like much, but her bloodline traces back to Lycans. Her family kept it quiet after the wars. Stevie here... has a gift.”

If you were really really lucky, then at most three stakes would be enough but if you weren't, then then the last thing you would see would be their sharp fangs head right at you and slit your neck open. He gulped, sensing rage and frustration in Levi's words, "Y-yes, Master Levi." and stepped on the gas. The car drove further out the city but he didn't bother to see the beautifully lit and boisterous city at his right. He checked, again and again his schedule and absurdly they all needed his secretary; the woman he'd been craving for almost a whole year, to be completed.

In the sacred space, Steven's voice was devoid of emotion. "I, Lycan Steven Styles, reject you Nathalie Salem Bentley, as my human mate,” he said while glaring at me with those intense hazel-green eyes. He was supposed to kill me. He has been traveling around the world for centuries just to find his mate to kill her—but he didn’t kill me… yet. "I, Nathalie Salem Bentley, accept your rejection, Lycan Steven," I said, holding onto the blanket, shielding my bare body from his eyes full of hunger.

His muscles flexed with each step he took and his eyes. "Like what you see?" Trevor asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. He tilted his brows as she nodded. A shy smile formed on her lovely face and she stood, walking towards him slowly. Leila splayed her hands on his bare chest and let them move downwards. Trevor groaned. He had gotten laid recently. He definitely shouldn't be this attracted to her. However, he was. And her blood was another thing. He could not seem to stop thinking about it.