Night Ranger Novels & Stories

' still no answer so I hang up might be some kids prank calling me but I knew it was kids. My phone rang again. 'Whoever this is stop calling me it's not fucking funny.' 'Whoa there easy tiger it's just me your friend if you remember me.' 'Oh sorry Rosa I didn't check the caller id and I got a weird call earlier I thought it was still the same person.' 'So what's up' 'Well since you snapped at me which is so not cool you need to make it up to me and I know just how you do that.' 'Whatever it is No'

Nick snarls. I grip his shirt to make sure he doesn’t try to leave. “Calm down, babe; it’s not like me and him are sleeping together; the most he gets out of me are little tap kisses; it will be over soon; you just have to be patient.” I say. Nick glares at me, his eyes changing, his wolf trying to claw his way out. “Tell me, Riah, do you enjoy when his lips are on yours?” Nick is furious.

Two small wall fans pivoted around either side of the room with a noisy rhythm. The name emblazoned in white on the front of the wood-red jumper the guy wore said 'Vaughn Binse'. Everest loured as the guy raised his head at her entrance and flashed a smile. She had had her doubt when Mrs Casss had given her the name of the plumber. 'Fix-a-Lot' sounded more like a handyman than a real plumber. Of course, she thought, as she walked up to the counter, the chances of finding a real plumber in this small town were fat.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

“If I had my way that daughter of ours wouldn’t be dating until she is thirty-five.” “You forget we were young like that once and hot for each other.” “Petal, I’m still burning hot for you like wildfire. I’m lusting after that amazing body of yours as we speak, in between having palpitations over Nastia and that guy out there. What is he, a jock of some kind? I mean he’s big, right?” Madi chuckles. “He’s a hockey player, you know who that is. He’s the kid that everyone is talking about, Ranger. He’s from New York, he transferred schools for the programme here in Austin.”

He walked out the door and onto the plane, leaving me behind, feeling like I’d just lost something important. Now, sitting here in the pack house, I’m fucking restless. My mind keeps drifting back to Orion. I don’t know what he’s walking into, but I know it’s going to tear him apart seeing Zane again. I can only hope he keeps it together long enough to get the information we need about those damn wolf fights. The door opens and Nero strides in, looking like he’s been in a war of his own. He glances at me, then sits down across the table, resting his arms on the surface.

I tried to get on the chair then suddenly, a lady appeared and helped me up. "You shouldn't be on your own sir." She stated. "Who are you?" I asked. "I know." She responded. She started playing with her hair. " My name is Martha. I was assigned as your nanny to you due to your... condition." Her voice trailed off. " I see." I reasoned. "But don't worry..." She began. She walked slowly but calmly to my back. Then she moved some of her hair behind her right ear. I could feel her breath close to my neck.

Climbing out of the car I try not to stare at the “good looking man” at the pump across from me. As I’m trying not to look like a complete stalker while filling up the car I see a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning slowly I see a familiar car pulling in behind me. Oh no, Nick.