Red Handed Denial Novels & Stories

Sierra stopped to look at him but when she saw that same look on his face, the feeling of hatred she sees in his eyes every time surfaced and Sierra muttered a sorry as they continued their walk. They came across Aiden and Ryker. “Did you find him?” He asked. Arnold sighed and replied with a voice laced with anger “He made the elders sign the red letter” he reported. Everyone in Blackstone knows what the red letter means, it’s the only colored paper that’s used to depose irresponsible titleholders in the pack. Aiden clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in anger. “The rogues are here already and they’ve got our men on their knees” Ryker reported to Arnold.

Red replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Katleya laughed again. “You’re just finishing it, huh?” “Are you judging me?” Red asked, pouting slightly. “Promise, I’m not.” “Then why are you laughing like that?” “Because you’re in denial.” Red wiped his sweaty face with his hand. “I’ll go ahead.”

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

“Golden hair. And semen. We ran the DNA. It’s a perfect match to your son, Cooper!” The room erupted. Gavin’s voice boomed, turning to the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, that is the nail in the coffin!”

Slowly, Hunter reached out and took her tiny hand in his own, suddenly aware of how rough and calloused ranch work made his hands. "You're P.K. Chastain?" The redhead tilted her head and removed the sunglasses, revealing deep chestnut eyes in a shade he wasn't sure he'd ever seen before. "You were expecting a man, I suppose." Her tone was defensive. "I guess when I heard that a lawyer was coming out here, I just assumed."

I locked Anna and myself inside my suite with the promise of not opening it until we both resolved our issues. I gave her the chance to name anything she wants me to do, that am willing to do it as long as it pulls down this wall between us. A chance which is still very open. She did say something though, but what she asks of me is something that I am never going to do. Let her go? She got to be fucking kidding. I’m willing to let Xavier go but I am never letting Anna go. She is like my better half, the only redemption I have in my world of crimes. She is like the light at the end of every tunnel and for that reason, am never letting her go.

I will make another book squealed to HELLBENT DENIED LOVE and then change it's tittle. We need to vote here, who wants HELLBENT DENIED LOVE to have another book? I mean, New book: DANCING IN FLAMES~Squealed to HELLBENT DENIED LOVE.

“ThThe doctor gave me a piercing look but left. After a lifetime, he returned with the Alpha. The Alpha was a dark-haired, tall man with piercing blue eyes. His name was Alpha Damon Blackwood. He stepped forward, his gaze dropping to Cara. And then his expression changed. Recognition. He knew her. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he said nothing. "Do you know her?" I asked. He didn't answer immediately. Then, he said, "Yes." His voice was cold. I bristled. "Are you going to help her?" He hesitated. "She doesn't belong here." I took a step forward, my fists clenched. "I don't care where she belongs! She's dying! Are you going to help her or not?"

It was a smile that hid disdain. ~~~~~~~ Night had swallowed the restricted land. The trees stood tall in their glory, the moon casting their shadows against the dark soil. Only the soft crackle of a fire torch disturbed the quiet. The man with the red mark from earlier, stood over the bones, staring down at them like they meant nothing. And yes, they meant nothing to him, he was furious– very furious that he didn't hesitate stomping his boot hard on the bones of the souls who were lost gone.