Novel Fergus Mga Nobela at Kwento

he snapped the book shut, dust puffing off the spine–“I’m surprised you even talk.” Rowan crossed his arms. “What, just cause I'm not Erwin?” Rowan muttered. Floyd snorted, “Yeah, dude never shuts up” he slid the book back into place. “What book are you even looking for?” Floyd ignored the question, dropped into a chair, and fanned the pages of another book like a deck of cards. “You should be at the feast. I’m not here to chat.” Rowan raised a brow. “Could say the same for you.”

BREAKFAST IN THE ALPHA’S BED My name is Lira, a lowly maid in the Ironclaw pack, barely out of my first shift. I had dreamed of this moment….serving breakfast to the Alpha himself in his private chamber. It was an honor, a thrill that made my pulse race as I balanced the silver tray laden with fresh venison strips, warm bread slathered in honey, and a steaming pot of herbal tea. The scent of the food mingled with the earthy aroma of the den's stone walls, but nothing compared to the intoxicating pull of the Alpha's territory that drew me closer with every step.

It might be the fourth too, who was bright, easygoing, and would always find a way to make her laugh. Faces she hadn't seen in a long time flashed through her mind one after another, too fast to hold on to. Memories carved so deeply into her soul that not even death and rebirth had been able to erase them came rushing back all at once. For a moment, they pulled her completely under. She couldn't say for sure, but she knew. Fergus' collapse had nothing to do with the outside world and nothing to do with anyone's schemes. It was tied to her past life and the fellow apprentices she'd lost, and nothing else.

Angelica Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him. It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary.

"They've given him more drugs." Fergus looked up at his grandson, hand reaching for the back of his neck. He pulled Liam down until they were face to face. "The Wild hound," he said. "Thank him for me." His green eyes lifted to mine, now more hazel, like Liam's. "You're not who I thought you were. And yet, you are." I nodded, gesturing to Liam who turned and grabbed Fergus's robe. "We can talk in the car," I said, "but right now you have a job to do."

Her eyes scanned every corner of the room that looked so horrible and strange. She was paused for a while, looking around, meanwhile, Fergus, who went ahead in said, "You got plenty of work for yourself to handle," Fergus tried cheering her with his words, Maze squinting his eyes in nervousness as what he said wasn't a bit lie. Maze turned her head looking straight at Fergus creasing her forehead grimacing her face. She moved inside the room on her left, without uttering a single word. Fergus walked towards the couch, bend a bit, and reached the thick layer of dust. He then straightened up and blew the dust off the tip of his finger. He can't help but think how it must be felt to live solely

He couldn't even meet their eyes that are void of any emotions. Was it really worth it? He asked himself. He was a man of words. He stood by their centuries-old rule. And it only takes that woman, Elinor, to make him re-think. She was all it takes for him to even think about bending the rules. What Fergus felt was something creatures like him shouldn't feel: Compassion, and a benefit of the doubt. That, alone, is enough for him to know that he is doomed. "Might I add something?" Roman spoke, breaking the silence.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Just when the door clicked, it slammed open and banged loudly against the wall. I let out a thunderous growl before turning with godspeed, ready to give that woman who dares defile me a piece of my f*cking mind. "That's the 23rd woman this month, I believe, your highness," I stopped in my tracks just in time before I could rip the throat out of the intruder, and saw that it was Fergus my butler. His shoulder length-blonde hair was tucked neatly behind his ears and styled to prefection. With striking blue eyes and a body of a strong warrior, he was looked up to by everyone just as though he is royalty.

"Who is he?" "She is Mr. half-sister. Fergus Gonemanus. According to the news, Fergus Gonemanus was the son of a concubine who forced his presence into the lives of Mr. Mother and Father Benneit. The concubine becomes pregnant and gives birth to Fergus. At that time, Mrs. Gonemanus was not yet pregnant. So Mr. Gonemanus takes Fergus to the Gonemanus family and gives him his name. Even though his mother, who was a concubine, was exiled to a place quite far away,. Fergus wasn't entirely of royal blood; one could say he had half royal blood that society didn't recognize. Fergus had grown jealous of Benneit after Benneit was born. All attention became focused on Mr. Benneit, and since then Fergu