Marvel Tempest Novels & Stories

her voice tremors, I was about to argue when her next words still my movements. "We'll die Theo!" She rasps out followed by her sobs, all my anger vanishes as her words settle in. How could I forget it!!? I fall down on my knees, raking my hands through my hairs roughly. Why is this happening to us! For the first time tonight, I feel my eyes burning with unshed tears. The realization that Celeste and I can't truly mate is like a punch to the gut. Only true mates can mark each other, if a wolf marks anyone other than their mate it results in a painful death for both of the wolves.

"The journal said the Mooncrest Omegas' heats were extremely unstable. She knows she's due for her next heat soon. She's trying to ride through it alone, not to let us seal the bond before we've. before we've done our 'trials'." Zane went white. "But. we're not prepared for our tests. We don't even know what they are. What if she's out there, and her heat cycles, and she's unprotected? What then? The rogue alpha, Darius Blackmaw. he's still out there. And Theon Vale's army is always prowling."

The scent of Jessica's lavender lingerie detergent wafted through the air. Mattie sighed, squelching her jealousy. Everyone had a different destiny. You had to settle for the cards fate handed you, even if you didn't necessarily like them. That's just the way the world worked. It was all part of the great cosmic poker game. Jessica's cards held trips to Sweden, a well-paying job, and lavender-scented soap. Her own cards? Her cards held a quilt shop inherited from her grandma, scraps of money left at the end of the month, and whatever detergent happened to be on sale.

But a small neat white card fell out. Mirage Heights Boutique Hotel Gold Status – Exclusive Member I blinked. We didn’t go to hotels in the city. We had a house with a balcony and a fucking garden. Our vacations were in villas, not “boutique getaways” with free robes and mirrored ceilings. I turned the card over. His name was embossed in silver. Marcus walked into the kitchen with a towel-draped, hair wet from the shower, smelling like peppermint and confidence. “Thanks, baby,” he said, taking his wallet with a kiss.

Terror, pure and undiluted spread through me immediately and I jerked, eyes wide, mouth gaping and closing wordlessly. His stare was dispassionate, all the signs of someone desperately trying to convince themselves that they did not care. I saw it then at that moment. His horror for me. His helplessness. His resignation. I had never felt a dread so great. Not even before that nightmare of a hunt where I’d ended up being the prey of Xaden and his sick, rabid wolves. And Mordric who had come up with all of that, I shook my head in disbelief and fear─I couldn’t imagine what he else he could come up with.

I don't know if it's engagement thing or something else. Arabella looked at Ombre and April. "I am not comfortable sharing the plan in front of these two and don't want them involved in this." She was bitterly straightforward. "Excuse me!" April scowled. "I am a daughter of mob boss and she is a skilled fighter. We are part of the team." She spoke for Ombre too. I don't care about this women fighting thing, this mission is important for me. I have to take down Spider, Egon's trusted man. Killing Spider will weaken him.

Ex-Marine sniper, turned elite bodyguard with a reputation for getting the job done – by any means necessary. He punched the penthouse button in the elevator, feeling the metal box rise swiftly. His reflection showed steel-grey eyes, a five o’clock shadow over sharp cheekbones, and broad shoulders straining against his fitted suit jacket. Women usually cowered under his cold stare. But something told him Scarlett Hayes was a different breed entirely. Ding. The elevator doors opened into a massive open-plan penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows. Empty champagne bottles littered the marble countertops. A bra hung off a gold chandelier. Music thumped softly from the master bedroom.

he yells once more causing me to tremble. “I’ve had my men looking for you all over this goddamn city and you just left without a word!” he yelled. I looked him dead in the eye trying to hide the fact that my body was trembling with fear as I spoke, “ha you had your own men looking but face it Lewis you don’t give a bloody care about me” I said raising my voice. “What is wrong with you and how did you pay for this?” he asked, pointing at the garment bags over my shoulder. “My own money” I snapped and he shook his head grabbing his phone, “Morty transfer $6000 into my wife’s account” he said and that just made my blood boil. “I don’t want your stupid money” I said, dropping the bags and runni

“You… you slapped me?” Melissa took a step closer, her eyes burning with disgust. “You heard me the first time. And if you don’t get out of my life this very minute, you’ll get worse than a slap.” Her words landed like a knife. Celine watched quietly from the side, her face calm but unreadable. Deep inside, she could see that Martins’ tears weren’t born from heartbreak, they were born from panic. His mask had finally cracked, and he knew what that meant. The luxury, the wealth, the easy life he thought he’d secured, it was gone.