R 21 Novels & Stories

I said again. Alaric tilted his head, his eyes locked on me like a predator snaring prey. "Are you jealous, Ravina?" My heart pounded in my chest. "No." He took another inch forward. I took a step back. A twist of his lips. "I think you are." I held firm, tilting my chin up in refusal to be beaten. "You're wrong." His golden eyes appeared to obscure. "Am I?". I could sense the heat of his body, his presence choking but addictive at the same time.

And anytime I show up late at the club, I get warned. If I’m fired, I’m done. The money from the club pays my rent, and the restaurant money covers food and Ayla’s education. I reach the club and start cleaning because by 8:30 people will start coming in. As I’m cleaning— “Good morning.” A voice cut in and I turned quickly. My eyes widened. Huge men in matching black coats. They look like Alessandro’s men. “Good morning,” I said, bowing a little. “Let’s go.”

The Rams didn’t make it to the Super Bowl, so it was safe to say that he was mine after they lost to the 49ers. Oh–oh, by the way, guess what I bought?! Guess!? No. Don’t know. I’ll give you a good guess: she’s the one thing I’ve been craving, my haven…nevermore. I was trying to rhyme here. Still don’t know? Fine, she has two wheels, and she’s matte black. Yes. I bought another H2R.

I knew it would be a long time before this anger left me. “Please let us know if there is anything else we can do to help,” Slade said as the Beta walked towards us. “How many did you kill?” the Beta asked. “Seventeen in total,” Rafael said with a smile. “Although Slade’s always over-eager.” “You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Slade said. “No, I was complimenting you,” Rafael said and Slade grinned. “Morgan, call me anytime, we need to get back,” I said to him.

I finish the spell before falling into a peaceful night of sleep. The next morning I hear knocking at the front door looking at my phone for the time "9:00 am...... Shit !" I said jumping up from my bed putting on my shorts before running down the stairs to the door. Opening the door to see a man that's looking to be mids 50's and 6'0 ft tall with salt and pepper hair cut short " Hi I'm John your uncle Benny call me yesterday about an electric problem " he said, after showing him where the fuse box as I ran upstairs to shower and change to meet my aunt at a coffee shop in the town center. Changing into a white shirt, faded jeans, and worn-out chucks Taylors I went to see John tell him I leav

I kissed him back, with all I had. “Ahem,” I heard, turning to see a couple standing with two babies. Ridge pulled back and laughed out loud, he laughed with his whole body and I loved how sincere it was, it meant it. “Tyra, this is my Beta, Pike and his mate Mindy,” Ridge said, letting go of my hips. I moved toward the couple, desperate for a peek at the pups. They were both swaddled and looked so cozy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tyra, I hope you’re settling in well,” Mindy said.

“I have no idea how your mum drinks that shit.” “Neither do I. But apparently it contains a train of important nutrients ranging from iron, magnesium and vi…” he trailed off when he realized I was glaring at him and the smile on his face grew wider. “I’ll just get your favourite,” he added and quickly headed out of the living room while I furrowed my brows at his last statement.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

MAXWELL I didn't even realize the room had fallen silent, until I looked across at the stage to see my mother was now standing up there with Uncle Luca one side of her and Jackson the other. Michael was at the back with Shantel standing in front on him, his arms wrapped around her waist, with Aurora on his left and his twin sisters, Kailyn and Trinity who were fourteen and looked exactly like their mother to the point that it would have been difficult to tell who the twins were and who Aurora was if she had aged at the same rate as a werewolf, standing on his left — it's a shame that Daniel wasn't here. I did actually miss him and hope that he would make an appearance, but I guess he was eit

The contact was Randy, Charles' son whom I had taught to treat girls properly. "Your father is awake, but ...," I moved to Mas Charles' side, also leaning on the raised gurney, "don't you want to see for yourself?" "You really have to now, Uncle?" The figure on the other side of the call seemed to have a row of piercings on the edge of his ears. He was much thinner than the last time we met across the island. Or is it the camera effect? I had to check my own appearance on my phone screen.