Lyle Wainfleet Novels & Stories

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

She turned back to River. “You're early,” River muttered. River scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I came home to the crazy farm. Mom is already drunk and passed out in her chair. You're talking about how Dallas can't save the ranch. There is a mini River here? Who is he?” Willow asked in shock and pointed at Lyle. “My son Lyle,” I answered. “Lyle, this is your aunt Willow,” I said slowly. Willow stared at me, dumbfounded.

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."

“Mira helped with the seating…” “It’s undercooked,” Nolan cut in, pushing his venison slightly aside. His tone wasn’t harsh, but final. The elders chuckled politely. “A wolf’s palate is a difficult thing to please. And with an Alpha like Nolan, I wouldn’t have thought that it would be that easy to please him.” I set my fork down slowly, biting the inside of my cheek. “I will be sure to take note and tell the headmistress to be careful next time.” Nolan did not respond. Instead, he took a sip of his wine before turning to the elders as if I was some kind of ornament that was on the table, and at this point, he treated me like I was an ornament that he wanted nothing more than to get rid of.

I sure hope that I’m right about this or else it’s going to be embarrassing. I met with Lyla from the Golden Moon Pack because she can get the Bloodmoon flowers that nobody else can manage to keep alive. That and she’s the best at what she does. We don’t have a flower shop here, thinking we should get one now—she is moving here now since her and Jackson are mates. I hope Remi will understand when her birthday is here. When did I get so mushy and soft? I’m supposed to be a feared Alpha. What is this little wolf doing to me? I supposed after all of this, I need to strengthen my appearance to the pack and other packs, remind them that I’m not one to be messed with.

Waylon ended his sentence with a faint smile. The others were all dumbfounded. “Mr. Lyle’s driver? Your father knows Mr. Lyle’s driver, Waylon?” Everyone there knew who Zack Lyle was. It was literally impossible not to know about him if you were from Mayberry. He was an extremely powerful and influential businessman. His driver must be very well to do as well!

Exactly three days later, the guild caretaker called in Mathew Lodoff to read the Lyle will. Lodoff, a tall and slim gentleman with a distinctive appearance, commenced the reading on a promising night in February sixteen hundred twenty. Two envelopes held beige-colored papers, one larger and one smaller. The larger envelope contained the will of Loren Flynn Marinda Lyle, declaring that all his properties would pass to my mother, Margot Annette Lyle, and then to me when I turned twenty-one. As Lodoff read the will, his attention turned to me, confirming my identity as Tara Marinda Lyle. The contents of the smaller envelope remained unopened, holding an air of mystery and anticipation.

The four of us walked out of the house, my eyes catching sight of mom whose eyes were wide in surprise, her heart racing against her ribcage as we saw who was standing in front of us, facing us where the elders were to show up. “Come over, don’t hesitate. Come and see who has sided with the Lycan who chose to not want us around” he said, smiling at me. His eyes held a menacing, devious glare as he waited for my reaction. My heart raced against my ribcage “come and see where your money went to break their deal before they chose to lie to you” “Vitaly” I said, glaring at the man. His eyes met mine, and he seemed to calm down, taking a step back as he worried for his life, knowing that I could

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"Yes, that's my son. He's grown into a strong and capable young man, and I couldn't be prouder of him." We continued talking for the rest of the drive. Nick told me about his life in the pack and how he had been Brax's beta for many years before he was Brax. He was Braxs mother's beta, but when Kelly decided to move from the pack and Nick wanted to go with her, he made the choice to step down as beta because he felt that he would not be able to be the best beta that he could be. He talked about the responsibilities that came with being a beta, how much he respected and admired Alpha, and how proud he was when he found out that Dillion would be taking his place as beta. Dillion is the younges