Night Ranger Novels & Stories

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

- I am… My words died in my throat as the new ranger got out of the car. His tall, muscular body towered over mine, bulging biceps trying to poke out through the rolled-up sleeves of his work shirt. He wore dark blue jeans and work boots with the laces loose, and looked like he'd just walked off the set of a Sexy Bikers calendar shoot. On the edge of his sleeve, I caught the outline of a black and gray tattoo encircling his upper arm.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Just then the nurse called my name. We walked down the narrow hallway and entered a brightly lit room with different machines in it. "Hello Mrs. King. I am Dr. Etcher." He says shaking my hand and then looks at Reevan all funny. His eyes glaze over and he is froze for almost 10 seconds. After shaking his head a little he smiles an shakes his hand. "Sorry, static." He mumbles when Reevan pulls his hand away. His is one of shock but he hides it quickly.

and I nearly had a heart attack. The estate was enormous. Wide gates, several security guards at the entrance. This had to be it, or I got the wrong address or worse…it was a prank from scammers…I was still skeptical, go back or at least try to talk to someone. I made up my mind, I was going to try regardless. I approached the gate slowly, fear clinging to every step. “Hi, I’m Lana. I’m one of the applicants being interviewed today.” I said to one of the security guards.

“Seriously. You didn’t have to do that.” Jaden waved me off. “Babe, please. The day I let Kathleen Turner talk to you like that is the day I turn in my gay card and become straight. Which is never happening.” Riley snorted. “Facts. People like her need to be put in their place.” “Yeah,” I said, smiling for real this time. “Thanks anyway.”

I lied, making him laugh. "You are seriously bad at lying." He retorted, making me glare at him. And that's how you are making a huge mistake. "I'm so sorr-" "It's alright, it feels refreshing to see someone glaring at me." He winked at me and I laughed nervously. "My name is Zane." He introduced himself. Zane? Zane Danker? "Don't tell me you are-" "Exactly, I'm the second Prince." He grinned smugly. And I'm talking to a royal, again.

She truly means it. "Hey..." Rayne's sweet voice catches my attention, making me look at her. I walk over to her and she surprises me by taking my hand and placing a ring on my finger. "That was my dad's... it's yours now," she speaks through the tears that roll down her pink cheeks. I softly bring her close to me by placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards me. I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to satisfy my need for their sweet taste. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her hair is shorter now, it no longer reaches her waist as it used to, it's just below her shoulders. She had to cut it because we needed to shield our army. I can feel her hot tears as th

I demand gently. He flash his hair out of his eyes but then glance at someone at the back,a guy I don't know his name but he's always walking with that Noah kid.Whoever he is he makes Max nervous along with Noah. "Who's that Max?" I ask caressing his hands. "J-jack".he stuttered. "Did he did that?". He lift his wrist up,telling me that Jack did that to his wrist.I grip the edge of the desk to hold back my anger .

For twenty years, nobody had ever seen through their game before. Yet, this rookie nurse did in less than fifteen minutes. “That’s impossible,” Chris whispered, stripping away the fake Charles act as he stared at her like she just grew two heads. Spirit slid off her chair, grabbing her phone from the dining table. She looked down at the three stunned brothers, her eyes flashing proudly like a genius. “I’m your nurse, boys,” Spirit grinned, giving them a triumphant wink as she turned toward the door.