Minerva Campbell Novels & Stories

..... Colt was on his way to Paris to assist Denver and Drake in their search for Minerva. He was accompanied by Stephen and Bianki. While inside a private plane, Stephen inquired, "Is Minerva still alive?" "Of course she is," Bianki murmured from her seat on the other side. "Minerva is a half-human, and she is such a bitch. So, they wouldn't kill her." "Well, as far as I know, one of those werewolves was once a rogue," Stephen grumbled as he peered out the window.

Lucian "Here, put her in this bed." Dr Armand urged Damon, who was holding the unconscious girl. Damon gingerly laid her down on the pristine white sheets covering the narrow hospital bed. I looked down at her frail, battered body, she was barely out of her teens. She smelled off, similar to those rogues. My wolf Jake was on the edge. Dr Armand took his stethoscope and listened to her heart and lungs. "Where did you find her ?" I asked Damon.

“Arjun beta, go inside and tell your papa to come out. This lady is waiting for a long time for him.” This sentence was enough to pull the surface away from Minerva’s feet. What she did just say. His father, who is the father of this kid. She came to meet Rana and if Rana is having a kid then what about Myra? And who is this lady too? Minerva had a lot of questions but there was nobody to answer them. “Your name?” Minerva’s chain of thoughts got broken when she heard from that lady. “I am Minerva. Minerva Moretti.” Minerva gulped down her saliva before speaking any more words. She remained silent when Rana entered the room and looked horrified seeing Minerva in front of him.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

“No, it is just that… I never knew about her nor saw her. You do not talk about a little sister too.” “Well, that is true. I try to distance my younger sister from the toxicity of the public eye. So her existence is not known to the world except from the royal family and the houses.” “What is her name?” Blair’s eyes rose up but it didn’t ping on me. She just continued to eat the biscuit before answering my question. “Cordelia Campbell. Fourteen years of age and the next heiress to the Campbell fortune,” Blair states without any emotion. “If she ever outlives the hell out of me, that is,” Blair added.

"I had thought that perhaps you saw me only as a common thief." "W-what are you talking about? Nobody here knows who you are! You're—" "Hear me well, your mistress knows who I am. I am Selena Campbell, the lady of the Duke of Blackmoor's household, as your mistress herself has declared. If anyone still intends to beat me up as if I were a common thief, let them try." "How dare you?!" Emily ground her teeth in fury. "When I went to Blackmoor Estate, you treated me as a common thief and struck me down! You—"

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“What er ye playing at, Quentin? Ye wanted to kill Zayn? “ Minerva accused her friend. The glare she was giving Quentin Black was piercing and unforgiving. Anyone who knew Minerva knew that she is a protective mother and she treats Zayn as one of his sons. Gustav smiled at this. He liked how Minerva was at his side now. His sister in law was not always very fond of him. Minerva was older than his late wife but they were both very pretty. While his dead wife had a Alabama accent, Minerva grew up in Ireland. Thus explains the funny accent. Though they find it funny, no one messes with Minerva Jones. Her diminutive stature is not a hindrance, she can kill like the men of Quentin Black as much a

The feeling of being in a horror movie returned to Ron, but he nodded, his face emotionless, and said, "I've returned and brought Alice with me." Alice felt like an object, but she calmly nodded and greeted everyone. At that moment, all attention shifted to the two people sitting at the head of the table. The tall man, whose face, despite the many wrinkles, could not hide his imposing presence, was Mr. Campbell. The woman, still beautiful with time, had a kind face, but her sharp eyes revealed her astuteness—Mrs. Campbell. She was the youngest daughter in a family with a strong political background, renowned for her quick thinking and brilliant management of assets. The entire Campbell estat

" I turned to continue what I was doing, but she dragged my hair from behind, taking me unaware, she pushed my face into the tub of water. I struggle to get free. "She is such a weakling, now I know why you have to train, you needed to be strong, so you could be beside my Rupert, you want to be his Luna right?" "Celina, let go of her." That was Campbell's voice, he didn't take time before pushing her off me, I staggered back, trying to catch my breath, Campbell held me, I was breathing fast and unstable, and this demon woman would have killed me. "Campbell!!!" She faked her tears as she tried to get empathy from Campbell, I stared at her confused. "I only came here to train since Father said