Pierce Brosnan Novels & Stories

Pick your poison: Secret ~ The Pierces As the World Caves In ~ Matt Maltese Adea My fingers dance along the soft hair that curls at the nape of Shane’s neck. Normally, I’d take this opportunity to kiss up his neck or enjoy the lack of distance between us, but I’m so frustrated, I can’t. Instead, I want to twist and pull the strands. By the Goddess’ grace, I somehow manage to hold back. I know he’d think I was joking with him and I’m not in a playful mood.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, and I wasn’t even sure why. But before we could continue anything, the door burst open and Dash appeared, panting heavily. “Dane, there’s an emergency,” he stated breathlessly. Dane pulled away from me and looked at Dash, his expression serious. “What is it?” “Rogues breached the border. We need to act fast.”

As they walked away, Sienna pulled herself out of her daze and murmured, "So, it's not my boss they are talking about? Judging by what I just heard, I think they were most probably talking about his father who has a character problem according to them. He plays with women and wants to marry his son because of money... Mr. Pierce is so pitiful, I feel bad for him... I thought of refusing him at first but now I decided that I will help him. I can't marry him but I will try my best to do all I can to save him from those women." "Miss Waters, you are here." Seeing Haider walk towards her, her eyes scanned the surroundings. No, she couldn't see him anywhere near. "I don't see Mr. Pierce, where is

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

"Now, let's try the first scene." Julian Pierce shook his head, placing the script on the table with determination. "No, I can't take the role of Ethan Caelan." Liam Brooks looked at Julian Pierce, surprised by his clear refusal. "Why not?"

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

His expression wavered, anger cracking into something older, something wounded. “Alaria,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You shouldn’t be here. You asked to be in this war, but this war did not hold sympathy.” “Neither should you. War should stop because of sympathy. I know that you don't want to hear this, but this man is your brother. You can end this one way or the other.” He took a step toward me, and Liam instantly shifted, weapon raised again. “Don’t,” Liam warned. “Don’t what?” Darius barked. “Protect her from the truth? From what you’ve done?”

he grumbled. I snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Save it for Brennan. We both know he gives you more shit than I do.” “That’s why you’re my favorite brother.” “I’m sure.” “Naw, it’s true. You are.” “I am today.” “I have news for you too.” “Better than mine?” “Nope. Well, maybe. Cillian Donahue is alive and well and living in Astoria. He is in WITSEC.” Fuck. “Witness protection for what?”