Madhatter Novels & Stories

Madie was a genuine little and even though I didn't like it coming from my mouth, I'm glad that she has Adon as her Daddy. Adon was a good man, a great soldier too. Even though I didn't know that he was into DDLG, I was glad that he was the one Madie picked as her Daddy. He was one lucky bastard. I sighed, gulping the last drop of my drink to rid my mind of these thoughts. My chuckles were deaf to my ears because of the alcohol. I, Dario Espinosa, was jealous of one of my men because he has a little. Fuck my life.

Why would the Goddess pair Crista with the Mad Alpha of Incubi? Beyond the fact that he’s notorious for being the most bloodthirsty Alpha in Europe, having killed his parents and cut down other Alphas for even speaking to him, he must be ancient. I know age is a number, and werewolves age slowly. But seriously, the dude has to be in his fifties. That is one massive age gap with my sweet eighteen-year-old Crista.

"Miss serena Iam really impressed with you, I think you would be a great asset to my company by being my assistant with you qualifications, and I also saw here that you have worked as a waitress" "Yes, it was my ex boyfriend restaurant" she chuckle, " we both own it until we parted and decided to sell off the place" "Oh! Iam sorry about that" he said, giving her a sad look. "I will do anything to make sure you are pleased with my work sir"Serena said. "Mitch, call me Mitch" he said. Serena paused for some seconds wondering how it would sound calling her new boss by his name, " okay, sir..... I mean Mitch"

They glared down at us through red eyes and bared sharp, white teeth. My lips formed a tight line. If we got out of here alive, it would be a miracle. “Please take a seat.” A five-foot-tall man poked his head out from behind one of the dog’s front legs. He was dressed in the kind of pale tunic, breeches, and homemade shoes people wore in the twelve century. “My name is Edmund Harefoot, and I am the Administrator of Bad Debts.” Griff and I walked to the two stools in front of his desk and sat.

One of his companions scoffed and mumbled under his breath something we could not hear. “Firstly, my name is Ezra, not Omega. Secondly, it is none of your concern how I am. You clearly have not cared at all over the last few months how I am doing so why start now. I would like to ask you for a rejection so I can either die or move on with my life. If you will not give me one then I will wait until I can feel the mate pull and reject you myself.”

Sir I don't like this place, this place is below our standards. You have to get rid the intruders if you ever want to leave this location, with your sufficient experience it won't be a problem right! This was discussion between jake and his subordinate at one part of the capital. The blood fiend sect...

He muttered under his breath, scratching his head. "What did she just say? Who is her mate?" I heard another voice, which sounded so sarcastic, it made me turn in the direction only to meet a gangster-looking guy. He had Afro-lined hair, tattoos, and a cigar, which he puffed continuously as he sneered at me. "Don, shut up!" Damian huffed at him before turning back to me. "Judian, can we talk outside?" He added, and I felt like slapping him. Hudson is my mate, and here they are, all acting like I'm a stranger.

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Across from him, the Seer sat cross-legged on a woven mat, his piercing gaze fixed on Sage like a predator sizing up its prey. "You’re reckless, boy," the Seer muttered, his eyes narrowed, shining with a fierce light. His rough fingers touched the edge of a small wooden bowl. The bowl had a dark, crumbling liquid at the bottom. “The mystic world is no playground. This place isn't for people who waste money and think they can leave without getting hurt. His voice was cold and sharp, like broken glass.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.