Reckless Renegades Merigold's Story Novels & Stories

My beastly counterpart had spent the entirety of our aggressive conversation reeling over the rift that gradually got bigger and bigger between us. “You’re right,” I agreed. “Floor is yours,” I said aloud to her and pulled back. It wasn't until then that I realized how much I was allowing my anger to get the best of me. I looked down and saw scorched indents in the spots where my large hands once were. Her eyes were glossy, as if she was trying to hold back tears. Then Merari quickly shifted her gaze and finally began to speak. “I’ve told you once before, that Dronnigan was the first gold-blood to be turned,” she said. “He most certainly was not the last, however.”

That was all it ever took—just a whisper—and suddenly my street, my house number, even the café where I picked up coffee became a spotlight, a trap closing in. And each time, I ran. I packed up whatever I could carry, disappeared, and made myself small. Hidden. A few weeks in a new city, a rented room with curtains pulled tight, enough time for the storm to blow over. That had been my cycle. My curse. Now the same thought returned, coiled and merciless: Would I need to repeat that again? The question squeezed the air from my lungs. “Breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut clean through the static of my thoughts. “The merger between SM and Trove hits stormy waters.”

If anyone got sick around there, no one would look after them. I gave him a drink of water, and it was only when I got real close that I could make out what he kept mumbling. "Revenge. I must get revenge..." Back then, I did not even know what that meant. All I saw was the cool-looking beads hanging around the neck of the blind kid, and I figured I would snatch them. However, he fought me off, gripping those beads like they were his lifeline. "No way; they're my mom's. She's gone now."

I promise you that I'll make your lives a living hell. Dad then barked his orders to the bodyguards, who were standing nearby, "Take both of them to The Golden Triangle. Don't kill them. I want them to be alive to experience all the pain and suffering that we're going to inflict upon them." "No!" Bianca screamed hopelessly. A sudden burst of strength surged through her, and she was able to somehow free herself from the bodyguard's restraints. "Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!"

"What your mind doesn't know, Supreme Alpha, is that he is the most notorious gold digger in the Beacon Moon Territory. Before he crawled to Lydia's bed, his body was living off Malia Argent, the cold Luna Queen of Silvermoon Holdings. Just have your shadow warriors grab Malia's body, force the Argent pack family to bring his skin out to the packlands, and the problem is solved instantly." Gerard's eyes light up with massive realization as he nods his head slowly. "Not a bad plan at all for our rogue pack. The Argent family is just a minor territory player in the outer packlands, and their skins will be incredibly easy to handle with our claws. I'll send my shadow warriors right on it tonigh

“That woman is dangerous. Lance shouldn’t date her.” “Why? What makes you think so?” Andrea inquired, quite befuddled. “Because she is a gold digger.” “What?” Andrea gasped. “That woman,” Valerie added. “She is that gold digger who seduced my son.” ***************************** ******************************* The next morning, Jane and Eric met in the kitchen. They stared at each other for long seconds, not saying rich things which they wanted to utter. Maybe a simple “Good morning” or “Hello.” They couldn’t just bring themselves up to talk about simple things.

As the raw truth surfaces across the borders, every bloodline realizes that Meredith is nothing but a mate-stealing leech who structured this entire execution out of pure, suffocating hatred for my heavy majesty. Although Silverhowl caused a massive storm, my human mind remains entirely silent, refusing to waste breath defending my honor when my talent speaks for itself. Meredith’s private communication cave is instantly breached by rogue hackers, leaving a continuous stream of violent, attacking runes burning onto her stone walls. "Shameless thief! To steal a human's betrothed alpha, and then wrap your foul pelt in the guise of a victim while throwing dirt onto her name!" "Exile your useles

Leonardo retorts, “ There’s no point to all of this. You’re here to be our maid and maybe even give us a haircut, which was your original purpose here, by the way. ” Something crinkles from the corner of the room, like the sound of foil being folded or crumpled up. All eyes turn to Goldie, who is currently digging into a bag of chips. “Jesus, kid. Couldn’t you be quieter? We’re talking here.” Goldie looks at Leonardo for a moment, and then returned his attention to his snack. With a couple of chips in his mouth, he slowly speaks up. “Let’s go to…Capiz.” “Huh…?” Leonardo shoots a scowl at the young man who is innocently eating junk food.

Both Alpha Lyndon and Delta Florence were very excited that day because they made new friends. One thing they forgot about at lunch was the beautiful red fox named Mirjana. The red fox had seen Lyndon and Florence taking Joe and the Mermaid to the violet forest. In her heart, Mirjana hoped that she too could make friends with werewolves, mermaids and humans. Currently, Mirjana is targeting noble children who often come to the forest to hunt animals. She liked the noble's son and wanted to be his lover. ***** Stella and Jeff continued their relationship even though the relationship was not approved by Marriana, Jeff's mother. Secretly they had a date in a cafe and sometimes Jeff asked Stella

The day Victor Moretti told me he was the Sicilian Don's heir, he also handed me a bill for everything he had spent on me over the years. "Elena, the Family will never let a woman who came to me for money become its next Donna." He pushed the ledger across the table to me. From the hot dogs we shared when we first got together to the condoms we used the first time we slept together. From the mattress-cleaning bill he had fronted to the hospital bill for my miscarriage. Thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars in total. Every single item, down to the cent. I looked at the man I had loved for five years, swallowed the taste of blood rising in my throat, and kept my voice low. "I have to set