Musketeers Novels & Stories

I called them the Three Musketeers. Lincoln began working with the three musketeers after the introduction. They move really fast and thank the goddess that those three were all good at technology. I looked at Alpha Remos and was glad that he didn't stop any of his pack members from doing what they loved. Being knowledgeable in IT and computer science, most alpha's wouldn't agree with their pack members to study that field since they were wolves. Despite this, the Blue Moon Pack is quite impressive, considering they were previously rogues.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

"And I turned her into the exact instrument that would hurt you most. Amelia was never the target for me. Not once. She was the mechanism. Richard wanted her. I wanted you. Our objectives happened to require the same operation, so we ran the operation." The judge's face did not move. The opposing counsel's face did. I let the recording keep going. Marcus named Serena. Marcus named Adrian. Marcus named Richard. Marcus described the entire architecture of the operation. The Zurich accounts. The Monaco director. Gregory Halston reactivating the dormant Sinclair account. The Kevin Morris payments. The laboratory technician poisoned in the back of a car on Ninth Avenue. He said the sentence I had

Two of the Infantry-men wore midnight black business suits and the third Infantry-man wore a black leather tank and jeans, which made him look like a sexy male stripper. The men’s suits on the other two Infantry-men matched the matte black finish on their sport bikes, and seeing the two Infantry-men reminded Amy of the agents in The Matrix. The only thing that didn’t match the men’s suits and ties were their metallic silver motorcycle helmets. Amy knew the three men were Death Row Infantry-men. She grew tired of seeing Infantry-men and she was tired of killing them.

"You seemed pretty jealous of Leon huh?" "What?" "You're trying to make me hate him, aren't you Adam?" I raised my eyebrows. "I mean.. he won't come here. He will never come, Ivory. You're the opposite of Celine, he hates that type. He likes independent woman and woman who can take care of herself." Adam said as he got up.

The people there stared at us. "Just smile and wave, girls, smile and wave," Karmen instructed us. "What are we? The penguins of Madagascar?" Elise scoffed. "Hey, why can't you think of something nicer like Miss. Universes or something?" Karmen gave her a look. I couldn't help giggling at these two. At last, we found a table by the window and settled down.

I take a deep breathe slowly, wishing someone would join us and I don’t have to feel this atmosphere alone. ……………. Now there are 8 of us sitting here. Introduced each other and a little jokes to crack the stranger’s feelings among us. I saw that guy in front of me, he is Ivan, seems humble and nice, not kind of overbearing person- just like the first guy I met here-. Then the guy at the edge of this table, Arthur, he’s the tiniest in comparison to the other guy here. He has fair skin with knee-length shorts and wearing glasses, well he looks casual even though he was the one who said that maybe we have to consider re-schedule the meeting due the rain hasn’t stopped in his place. For that rea

They are acting like a scalded cats that fear hot water. Those guys would resolutely be hardening their resolve and steeling their tiny bit of courage before they are daring to openly pursuing her. Unfortunately, their advance gets halted without even managed to take a step forward. Yeah, because of the disturbance of the four musketeers of Knight Household. Flashback.

I lost myself in the beauty of his body making little to no effort to help out the other rowers. ‘Tsk’ a sharp tongue click to my left made me look up at Misha who was shaking his head at me. He had obviously witnessed me ogling Dmitry and Sasha. I made a guilty face towards him and shrugged, laughing. He gave me a crooked smile, but kept shaking his head, looking away from me. We stayed out in the boats for about an hour and half. We visited the museum nearby and watched as some men demonstrated how the Viking ships were built.

They came to hunt me down instead of attending a masquerade party, right? My heart pounded and every muscle in my body tensed as the sapphire-eyed giant sniffed the air, as if trying to detect a scent. A platoon of warriors stepped out of the ship, wielding their big guns and surveying the surroundings on high alert. Even though none of them wore a mask, so wearing a mask was not a fashion statement, nor was it an obligation. It was a choice, I believed. From the reverent way the group looked at the musketeers, it was obvious that they were their superiors.