Nick Heller Series Novels & Stories

* * * A lit cigarette in his mouth, Liam made his way back to the clubhouse, sighing as he realized they faced a complete fuck fest. "So who fed her the bad info?" he asked as he took his VP spot at the table. "My money points to ol' Dicky boy. He must have a back end deal with the Vojnik. He's trying to get us out of the way." It was well known between both clubs that none of them had killed Jeffrey Norris. His wife had caught him with his pants down one time too many. She had come home early from a vacation with their children, and she'd caught him banging his new secretary. A woman scorned, she'd had enough, and after the mistress had left she'd shot him in cold blood. For a hefty fee, He

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

"One random day, Xaphan was playing with a real gun under the supervision of his father and I was sitting on a chair watching him from the far. And then while playing he suddenly pulled the trigger which shot one of the staff members and the poor man died on the spot. My heart trembled at the sight and I was shocked beyond the limit. I looked up and expected my child to be scared but to my astonishment, he was happy and jumping in joy, he was completely unaffected by the crime he committed. His father was also appreciating him. That scene terrorized me. That was the time when I decided that I am not going to give birth to another monster at any cost" She sat straight and made herself a littl

She let out a hiss and allowed the heavy door to remain open, as she took in the scene before her. It was almost a throw-back to the day after Harvest. As papers were strewn everywhere, all over the wooden desk and on the floor. Unsurprisingly, empty bottles of whiskey were scattered all over the floor, and two half-drunk bottles remained on the desk. The fireplace was full of ashes from countless fires, that hadn't been bothered to be swept away. A plate of a half-eaten beef sandwich, was on the rug before the fire place, along with another bottle of whiskey and piles of books.

operatives in the field. As it turned out, Zeke was right on the money, because barely even a month into my assignment in Duluth, Nick showed up and started killing people in a convoluted scheme worthy of M. Night Shyamalamadingdong order to draw my attention so he could try and recruit me into his crusade to bring down T.H.E.M.. Did I mention that Nick is a raving lunatic? No? Well, he is. Several years ago, the guy went over the deeper end and had a complete and very public psychotic break, almost exposing T.H.E.M. in the process. Fortunately, the rest of the world dismissed his babbling as the ravings of a paranoid lunatic and no one took him seriously.

She pointed at Chihuns apartment. Against my better judgment, I let her in, Chihun thought to himself. Chihun was getting something from the fridge when he heard babbling outside his door, which made him very disconcerted. He picked up a frying pan to defend himself because in the past, he had a woman stalk him all the way to his workplace, and he was not planning on taking any chances. But when he saw who the babbles were coming from– after he settled down and looked into his door's peephole– Chihun placed the frying pan down. Chihun would not actually have hit that stalker woman– even though some of them deserved it– he would have just scared her off with it.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

He only refuted that he wasn’t the killer but he didn’t disagree with the fact that there was actually the usage of a soul sucker This meant that he acknowledged that a soul sucker was being made use of and maybe he even had some clues about the soul sucker been used or the organization or person behind it All she needed was that he worked with those clues and grant her with the result .......... THE NEXT DAY WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE Lucy watched as Williams jogged towards her direction, his hair fluttered as the wind ran across his face ‘He is handsome' Seeing his face reminded her of the dinner they had together with Jason

A few clarifications:- * Book 2 will be released in December or January 2023 with the title " PAYMENT TO THE MAFIA BOSS". This book will follow the story of our new Russian Don " MARCELLO DE ROSSI". Officially, Kiera and Luca's story ends here in Hellmatch: The Mafia's Heir. [ The sequel has been delayed due to the ongoing contest that your author wants to participate in.] Lastly, don't forget to check my new book, a MAFIA-Werewolf dark romance " The Dark Alpha's Slaved Mate" from September 2nd exclusively on Goodnovel.

His fingers traced over the last line of my letter: And I would do it again… to climb out of Hell, if it would again lead me to you. He said nothing after he finished, but the mist in his eyes told volumes, absorbing the vivid details of my last three years. I slid close to him. The fireplace stroked sweltering heat against my back. My hands kneaded his thighs, strong and firm. I took his hand, kissing gently above the wraps covering his broken, shredded knuckles. I inched closer, just a heartbeat away from his mouth and I lingered, feeling his breath grow ragged. Hungry. But I avoided his lips and instead placed soft kisses on his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead.