Lyrica Hale Novels & Stories

Ronan moved to intercept— —and Hale, smiling, stepped into the space the Alpha had occupied and said, with terrible gentleness, a single word that slammed the bolt hard enough to rattle the hinges: “Liora.” The world took a long, bending breath. Kiera’s knees softened. The pressure in the rock spun sideways, seeking shape where she didn’t want it. The name wasn’t a claim; it was a tool, fitted perfectly to a wound. Ronan’s roar tore through the storm.

RIP his balls. I fiercely pull his hair back and hiss furiously, “I am straighter than the pole your mother dances on, Jax. And I am not gay, I am very much into vaginas. Send your mate to my room, I can prove you with the live telecast. But this mate thing was a big mistake done by the moon goddess. So tell me, how can I contact her?” If I could I would have sued Moon goddess by now. A low, sustained growl echoes through his chest, but soon it fades away. Jax doesn't reply, but a smile appears on his face. It widens so far that I could see his missing teeth. "So tell me, Alpha Ryan! How will you have your pups?"

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

"She was the last one to dance last night. The one with the tattoo on her side." I remembered her. She had a large dragon tattoo with flowers along her side. A sudden call from outside interrupted our conversation. I stood to check, as Misha was massaging Shiela’s aching leg—those heels they wore were really high. "Good morning. Does Ms. Lyrica Antonio live here?" a smiling man asked. "Ah, yes, that’s me. Why?" "There’s a delivery for you, Ma’am," he said. "Huh? I didn’t order anything. You must be mistaken."

The marble floor burned cold against Lyra Hale's knees. She stayed down because everyone expected her to. Because this was her place now. Kneeling, waiting and hoping for scraps of kindness that would never come. "Lyra Hale." Her wolf stirred at the sound of his voice. Even now, after everything, the stupid creature wanted him.

Raina didn’t even realize she’d completely forgotten to persuade him not to come to the launch event with her. ... Meanwhile, at Hale Group’s headquarters in the capital. The joint launch event for the new drug by Vireon Labs and Hale Group was set in the building’s multipurpose conference hall. With Hale Group’s clout, media from all over the city, and even beyond, had gathered to broadcast the event live worldwide.

Only the purpose of our movement through it had changed. The restaurant sat on a well-lit corner. The private dining room was on the second floor, accessible by a single staircase. I went up alone. Kael and Draven took positions that covered the entrance and the rear service door. Harlan Voss was already seated when I entered. He was older than the broker, silver at the temples, with the composed stillness of a man who had survived previous versions of this conversation. He gestured to the chair across from him. “Lyra Hale,” he said. “You have caused more difficulty than I expected.”

Alexandra murmurs. "Hey it's not my fault, I always slay!" Trisha says. "Yeah, it's not your fault. But you always put in the effort!" Kenzy says. "Kenz!" Trisha glares. "So, who is going for Hallel College's reunion?" Kenzy asks ready to hear their opinions. "Am not going. I heard someone died during one of there parties. And they haven't found a lead to what actually happened!" Alexandra says.

but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course. My father is Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company. We're the second most well known family because of our company. The mafia shit is private. And for the mafia as well, we're second. And i have no issue with that at all. Matter of fact, neither does my father.

Lyra made her way through familiar hallways, but instead of heading toward the exit that would lead to the woods and Mason's secret meeting place, she turned in the opposite direction. Toward the guest wing. Toward the King's quarters. With each step, her heart pounded harder. What was she doing? She couldn't just show up at the Lycan King's door in the middle of the night. It was inappropriate, possibly even dangerous. If anyone saw her, the rumors alone could destroy what little credibility she had left.