Lynn Garfield Novels & Stories

Carolynn tried to shut her wolf out, but that only caused for the sharp pain to return, like oxygen-deprived fire getting a breath of fresh air. "So let me get this straight," Lynn began on her rant, "Geoff died for you in the name of love. You deny our daughter the liberty of who she is, where she comes from, and what lives inside of her. You destroyed our friendship with George, and shut me out for years, and next thing I know, you're summoning our super abilities, just to crash in George's life again. Literally." Lynn preached in Carolynn's throbbing brain. "Lynn-"

I could sense her pain, and as I tried to approach her to comfort her, she glared at me angrily and yelled, "Why don't you just go back to where you came from? It's because of you that my life is like this. You're not a member of the Ghost Pack, and you never will be." Her words hurt me deeply, and I instinctively took a step back, not knowing what else to say. But before I could react, Dean grabbed her hand, causing her to cry out in pain. "Don't you ever speak to my Luna that way!" he yelled at her. Linda's sister, who had introduced herself, walked over to Dean and forcefully pulled his hands away from her. She then turned to him with contempt in her eyes and said, "You foolish Alpha. How

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

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

I wondered if this was all a test from Hawthorne and if I had somehow already passed, ready to become his Luna. The maids led the way, and I followed closely behind them. Outside, I saw Hawthorne standing with three people, while four cars were parked neatly. When he saw me, he signaled me to come closer. As I stood before him, I felt the piercing gazes of his guests on my exposed skin. “My lady,” a deep masculine voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Ryan, Hawthorne's beta, with a smile on his face. He took my hand and kissed it, looking pleased. I glanced at Hawthorne, surprised to find him indifferent to his beta’s gesture.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Lily moved to Florida with her Aunty Nora and started working at Goldmedal Financial Group of Companies as a PA to the company's President whom she had yet to meet. It was Monday morning and the president would be coming to the office that day. She sent all the files that would require his attention to his office and arranged them orderly on his desk oblivious of the person standing behind her while she was doing that. She was done and turned to leave but bumped into someone. She was caught by the person before she could fall to the ground.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

he said while turning on his camera. "Then?" "Then I start to turn on my camera to take pictures of you. As soon as I captured the picture you're gone in my sight then I look at the picture in my camera just to find out that you are just in the lake." As the camera screen bright he go to the gallery and handed me the camera with the picture where Hilary is up in the sky looks like she's flying. Why would she do such a thing?

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.