Onyx Santana Austin Novels & Stories

"What!" Austin exclaimed. He couldn't believe his ears at what Bentley was telling him. He dropped his drink, the glass clinking loudly on the table, and folded his arms, leaning in closer to listen. Bentley had visited Austin at his house, desperate to confide in his best friend after the shocking encounter with Savannah. He was already losing his mind staying in that house and it didn't help that Nova was present because Savannah was present too and he had to constantly see her everyday.

"Then, what do we need to do in order for you to let us go?" Santiago stood up. Austin dusted off his hands and went to wash. He looked at Santiago and asked, "Kneel down. Back then, when your brother came to ask me for Shaney, I told him to beg me, but he refused. If you kneel down and beg me, I would hand Shaney over to you." Santiago laughed and immediately went down on one knee. Austin was slightly stunned. Santiago wanted to get down on both knees, but Austin grabbed his arm and stopped him from getting onto his knees.

Her back was bared to the icy wind. Orion stepped forward, his clenched fist clad in dark leather gloves, with every muscle tight and his jaw locked against the urge to tear the restraints off her himself. "Let this be a lesson for any of you human scum who dare defy me or any Lycan authority," his voice cracked through the clearing like a whip of its own. Rey kept her gaze fixed on his dark leather boots, biting her lip until she tasted the coppery tang of blood as they slipped up to meet his eyes.

"Me, Reid, Killian, Austin. Drew will when he turns eighteen." "What about me?" "What about you?" "Will I ever work for them?" "No." His tone closes the door on it completely. "And you won't. No more questions, Andrea." I lean back and let it go, for now. My gaze moves to Austin beside me. His shirt is off, and the tattoos covering his torso are impossible not to notice up close. Intricate patterns, sharp geometry, delicate linework running from his neck all the way down, stark against his skin.

Dexter Marsh is the only omega son of Alpha Nixon and Luna Harper and finds it hard to keep up with his Alpha a Beta brothers who never let him forget his place. Stephen Marsh was born a Beta and has become his older twin brothers right hand in all things pack related, but when he finds himself alone in the world he turns to the moon goddess for help in finding his mate, but when he gets is more then he expected. Below is a list of information on the next installment of the series and a few other books also by your truly. -Mated To A Male series- {All books in this series are MxM} {Gay Romance} 1. Alpha Nixon

Marybeth shook her head, "No. It's Danica. She's checked into a rehab there, and I'm worried my father is not being honest with me about her progress. I'll feel much better seeing her with my own eyes." "Okay," he agreed, kissing the tip of her nose. "We'll make a quick stop." "Thank you," she reached up and pecked him on the cheek before dragging him along. "Do you see anything you like?" Austin asked when they paused to view an intricate white gold statement necklace. "Save your money," she replied. "I'm not a jewellery person." Before Austin could reply, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached for it and frowned when he saw the caller ID.

Missing this live event would be a lifelong regret. Briella leaned into her chair, her aura snapping into focus. No more lazy smiles. Her icy elegance was now sharp, domineering. Fingers danced over the keyboard like lightning. Strings of code flashed across the screen at breakneck speed. Spectators could hardly follow—let alone understand. In contrast, Austin—aka [Night]—was gritting his teeth, hands flying over his keyboard. Sweat formed at his temple. “Austin! She’s targeting you—block it fast!”

With sad eyes I left her sitting on the sofa next to my mother and her fingers interlaced. In the blacked-out Range Rover Sport, I have my driver up front as we pull out of the massive Atlanta estate, twenty large oaks line the lengthy drive that takes us away from the property to the large iron gates. In the back with me, because I am not that stupid, I do have my detail. His name is Odeon, and he is built like a Navy SEAL as you would expect. Odeon does not say a lot, yet I can detect that he is not happy for me to be driving away from the Santangelo residence.

I asked, glancing up at him. His lips curved into a smirk. “That you’re with me.” God. The way he said it made my knees wobble inside my heels. We stepped out onto the patio, the noise of the party fading behind us, replaced by a different kind of music the deep hum of engines, the gleam of polished chrome under neon lights. Dozens of cars lined the space like works of art, exotic machines that looked as though they were sculpted for gods, not mortals. Austin slid his hand into his pocket and leaned against a sleek black Lamborghini, his tattoos catching the glow of the lights.

That was just good business. His phone began vibrating. Notifications were screaming. Someone had leaked the parking lot footage. Santiago ignored the noise. He found the equipment manager near the sharpening bench. "Jim. Tickets. Now." Jim stared at him. "For tonight? Santiago, this is San Antonio. It’s a sell-out." "And?" "The Bobcats don't hand out favors to the visiting Enforcer." "Buy them. Scalp them. I don't care about the price. Two seats. Glass-side."