Lyle Wainfleet Novels & Stories

Lyle replied with a smile on his face. “Lyle, it seems you’re lying to me.” Ambrose smiled. Seeing this smile, Lyle’s heart shook again. He replied, “A-Ambrose, I-I just came back from the Grand Canyon and I ran into these two people. After learning that the Elven woman was untouched, I wanted to take her back, but she didn’t agree, so we had a stalemate here. I was about to take her to see the Elven Queen.” Lyle did not dare to hide anything from Ambrose, the heir of one of Leila’s top forces, the Loughty family.

my mom dramatizes, her hand gripped on the doorway, "I'm just wondering why my daughter is ranting about people that transform into werewolves. Telling me all of this stuff, and why we have to leave Waindale immediately." Tali looks down to her daughter then back to us, her face pin straight. "Get inside. Everyone. Now." Tali sits my mother down with us on the couch, ignoring her rambling about their kids doing drugs. She stands in front of us and first turns to her daughter. "Vivianne. Explain." Vivianne looks to her lap. "I was put in charge of Wrenley by Adam." "And why would Adam do that?" "Because Wrenley is his mate," she says and Tali's gaze lands on me.

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.

In his hand he carried two peaces of cloth rolled in seal and in my assumption, the clothes carried the royal letter to the Lyle family. "You're welcome Mister?" Puzzled Edward greeting the gentleman. "Sir. Gaylord Walton. You can call me Mr. Walton." He gently spoke picking up a chair from the table. "You're welcome to the Lyle villa Mr. Walton. What's for us from the king?" "King joseph Duskwick III." He stated proceeding. "Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Ek

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.

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

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.