Pap Mata Cogan Novels & Stories

“To what? I place my hand on the table and lean on it, “It must have to be something epic.” “I don’t actually know who will like it. It wasn’t somethi-” She sighs and throws all caution to the wind, “The Crazy Hybrid Of A Mate, that’s the name.” “It sounds cool and so me,” I say, staring at my sister, who nods, not understanding. I hear a groan from Angel Writes and I turn to see her with closed eyes. “I apologize for making you act so crazy.” I look at her strangely. “Girl, this has been the greatest idea you’ve ever had. I love the craziness and I am glad that someone finally accepts that I am crazy,, not stupid.”

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

"Or any of the papers. Elder Moira is very strict about that-only she's allowed to clean the desk surface, and only when the Alpha gives permission. We do everything else." They worked carefully, dusting shelves and windows, vacuuming the rug, polishing the wood paneling. Sera's eyes catalogued everything-the locked filing cabinet, the computer on the desk, the photographs on the shelves. Several photos of a young woman with light hair and a bright smile. Elena, Sera realized. The first mate who'd died so young. The photos were old, probably taken shortly before her death. There was something poignant about them-the way they were placed prominently, obviously valued. This wasn't a shrine, ex

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

Only he found himself coming back repeatedly, more often than ever before, to perhaps catch a glimpse of the woman he couldn’t have. Maya Simpkin was a fucking dream. A beauty with full, rounded hips, big, juicy tits, and damn, her ass. He hadn’t seen it in so long, but he loved her ass. Of course, after that first year, the last four had been impossible. She was never around. He had politely asked about her without drawing attention, and they had told him she’d gone camping, or hiking, or she was running an errand. She avoided him. Like now. He saw her coming out of the woods, and she wasn’t alone.

The first born had died four years ago, and the next year, Hunter was named the Alpha's heir, even though he was the third son of the Alpha. According to what I knew and what everyone knew, the second child of the Alpha was a lady, and here in our Defanly pack, it was a taboo to let a woman become the Alpha. She could only become Luna, but Paige stepped down, as she didn't want to marry. Everyone thought that she was a crazy werewolf for doing something unreasonable like that, but I knew the main reason behind why she did that. Ever since I existed in this pack, everyone was indifferent towards me, but the only person who was not bothered by my presence was Paige. The Alpha's second child.

He looked completely centered, entirely grounded by a power I could never hope to match. Maddox stepped in right behind him. The scarred enforcer carried a rugged, military-grade laptop under his arm. He didn't look at me. He walked directly to the small metal table bolted to the center of the floor and flipped the screen open. "Get up, Colson," Cullen commanded, his voice a low, freezing rumble. I didn't argue. I didn't have the energy or the pride left to defy him. I pushed myself up from the thin cot, gritting my teeth as a sharp flare of pain shot through my ribs. I shuffled slowly toward the metal table, dragging my bare feet across the cold concrete.

"There was none. Even if there was, she doesn't exist anymore" "Well," he began. "I still do not know which of them is the mystery girl. Xavia or Alaila" "It's none of them" "Do you remember how worried you were when..." I scoffed. "I said it's none of them" He sat down beside me. "I was thinking it was..." "Any news from the Ice Pack yet?" "You will not believe who the Ice Pack Alpha mate is" I furrowed my brows. "Who?" "Xavia" he muttered and I blinked.

Austin He looks so much like Xavier that I can't stop staring. He also looks very young. To young to have already have lost a mate. He is very small. Smaller then any adult male pack member I have ever seen. He is beautiful, just like Xavier was. Now that my wolf has recognized him his scent is overwhelming me and he smells delicious. Like apples and cinnamon. Why didn't I smell him before?

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.