Protecting What's His Novels & Stories

Every damn time. "Now to get back on topic," Gale said. "You don't have a weakness, do you? Nothing he can use against you?" I winced. For the longest of time, I didn't have one. My family could easily protect themselves if Dedrick went after them, and I could care less if my car was damaged since Dad paid for it. But now? "Well," I said slowly. "It's complicated." "Complicated?" Gale asked. "So, you do have a weakness?"

We had our bath playfully and we soon both got to bed. “Hey.” Connor said randomly, pulling me closer to him. “I would do anything and everything to protect you, make sure you’re fine and no one would ever try to hurt you as long as I am breathing.” He said, it was like he was saying his vow and it was so random that it somehow scared me. “I know.” I said, hugging him and he gave me a peck on my forehead. I yawned. “I need that nap.” I said and Connor laughed.

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

“Thank you, my brother!” Sonya looked at Novak with her guilty stare. “I am sorry to make you like this, Novak…” Novak giggled and he pulled his arm out to Sonya. Sonya reached Novak’s hand and gripped it warmly. “You are one of the white wolf spirits. All the Alphas should protect you if they know about it…don’t mention it, Sonya. I will protect you untill Clayton Stein, your protector, comes and protects you…” Novak winked his eye and smiled widely that it made Sonya becoming to smile hard.

“We assumed he wouldn't attack in broad daylight, but the police say Sharpe was killed a few hours ago. He's more dangerous than we know. I'm guessing you couldn't convince Frances to call off the dig... - No way. “Then we need to secure the site, round-the-clock surveillance. “I agree,” Pietra said. “And if we're dealing with a magical wolf, we'll need some sort of magical protection. - What do you mean? “I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but maybe Clara has some charms or spells or things that could help protect us. Pietra glanced at her watch. “By the time I got back to town, she had already closed up shop. But I'll be back tomorrow. Caleb picked up his helmet. “I'm heading back to the

And what if Mommy just ordered him to do it? "It's up to you, Sabrina. Plus, don't you want a peaceful life? A life where no other mafia boss is chasing you? And, Psalm your guy can court you anytime." He said with a grin. "And I have to tell something girl thing..." she said and motioned her palm beside her mouth as if she was going to whisper something to me. "I really like Hellion, and if you agree to what I said he'll protect me too as he protects you." He said with a smile and returned his hand to before.

Testing the edges, the way he tested everything. "No. It's worse." I shook my head slowly. "Alive and unharmed isn't protection. It's preservation. You protect a thing because you want it safe. You preserve a thing because you mean to use it later, and you can't use it if it comes to you broken." The cold spread out from the center of me. "He's not keeping me safe. He's keeping me whole. From a distance the two look the same. Up close they're nothing alike, and the difference is the whole of it."

Lime aftershave and tingles runs through me. I wrapped my arms around myself. “Thank you.” The words felt too small. “For—” "Don't get it twisted" he cut me off, not harsh but exhausted. And lifting my head to look at him, his face killed it. I couldn't recognize him again, he was back to that brooding facade with no remorse or emotions in his eyes. “I’m not protecting you,” he pressed and even if it breaks me, I only kept a straight face “I’m protecting the will. You leave, or Mom pushes you out, and I lose Apex.”

The footsteps continued past us and then gradually faded, swallowed by the forest in the other direction. Neither of us moved for a long moment. Then slowly, carefully, we stepped out from the bushes. "What did they mean by they cannot smell my scent," I said, looking at Priya. "I thought werewolves could smell everything." Her eyes dropped to my wrist and a small smile moved across her face. I looked down at the bracelet. The purple cord sitting against my skin in the dark, catching no light but somehow visible anyway. "The bracelet," I said. "Yes." She looked up at me. "It is exactly what Sera said it was. Protection and good luck. It masked your scent completely and it is also what let yo

"What are you talking about, Kali? What do you know about Mr. Johnson?" Kali's voice was low and urgent. "I don't have time to explain, Dante. Just trust me. Mr. Johnson is not what he seems. He's dangerous, and he'll ruin your life if you get too close to him." I snorted, my skepticism evident. "You're just trying to manipulate me again, Kali. You're trying to ruin everything for me again." But Kali's eyes flashed with a fierce determination. "No, Dante. I'm trying to protect you. You may hate me, but I do care about you and my job is to protect you. Mr. Johnson is not someone to be trusted."