Red Handed Denial Novels & Stories

My feet are already outside the small fighting ring which is bound by vines that act as three ropes around the square mat where River and the red-head are standing holding hands. Does she fight holding hands? Does she touch every person that offers to help her? “Like this? “She asks the redhead. The redhead’s shaking hands are on her waist like he just discovered how good honey tastes like. I snap the vines with my claws without thinking twice. “A—Alpha Connor, it’s such a—” “Leave while you still have hands” Kane’s beta gets the message. He swallows an invisible lump of saliva, extracts his hands from River’s waist before running away Goddess knows where.

And when Tyler spoke with his clear, confident voice, I leaned forward just slightly, like I was part of the conversation. And then came the moment they thought I’d falter. Councilor Elda turned to me with practiced calm. “Luna Green, as the mother of the hybrid child who now carries Alpha Blackwood’s legacy, do you have an opinion on the rumors regarding Red Hand’s resurgence?” I heard the calculation her voice. A test wrapped in faux respect. I folded my hands on the table and met her gaze. “I don’t deal in speculation. But if Red Hand is resurfacing, they’ll find us harder to frighten this time.”

Mitch announced, handing him a sealed envelope. Pete immediately turned to Ethan. “Ethan, Belle’s results are here.” At once, Ethan set aside the document he had been reading and took the envelope. He carefully reviewed each page, his expression growing increasingly focused. When he reached the final report, his brows drew together. “Her blood work and all the other laboratory results are normal,” he said quietly. “But this last report indicates that she has mild anemia—specifically vitamin-deficiency anemia.” Concern clouded his face. Pete stepped closer and spoke reassuringly.

The Subordinate smile knowing no one is willing to take that risk “Let the bidding begin!” “Ten thousand pesos” “Fifteen Thousand pesos” “Thirty thousand pesos” “Fifty thousand pesos” While the bidding was going on. There was a man somewhere in the dark corner, blue eyes, dark hair, straight nose, dark aura, no emotions, straight face, tall and tanned skin, he sat confidently watching the scene “And the highest bidder is……200 thousand pesos!” The Subordinate announced, just as the highest bidder was about to stand up

I turned back to Armond and asked, “OK you’re here, so what do you want?” Armond gave a dark sinister smile and said, “Well you know we have a shipment coming in one week and you have yet to reply back on if you would be in Brazil for it.” “You know I told you two years ago I wouldn’t do this anymore” I said flatly. “I can’t be your smuggler anymore, I have a business to run.” Armond’s face got serious at that time, “Need I remind you who helped you start your business, need I remind you who I am” Armond stated through gritted teeth.

His hands wrapped around my neck, and short gasps left my lips. "Touch me," I begged as he didn't make a move. He chuckled, his hand leaving my neck and moving to the swell of my breast. "God, Amanda. If only you knew how much I want to do that. How much I want to bury my cock in you." My lower lips clenched at his words, and shaking, my left hand moved to wrap around his neck. He looked at me and chuckled. "Red..." He trailed off, his hand over mine on his neck, and he moved it down his chest and on his swelling cock. "Next time, hold me there," he grinned, and my cheeks heated up.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

"You said Serena’s delivery must not be disturbed, so Elara’s birth was delayed. The physicians prescribed a labor-delaying agent, the Bloodcalm Vine." "Filth!" Adrian kicked Hawkins hard, his Alpha pressure erupting. "Who gave you permission to do this?"

So I turn and look at her , she is standing on the other side of the medium size arena . So I decided to ruffle her feathers just to get a reaction out of her. So I winked at her and I was right , she was so surprised by my action that it cut off guard and her face turned a light shade of red. Causing a grin to the satisfaction to appear on my face. " Geez man you have no shame " Nick commented at my action since I was right in front of him. She turned around and then I found myself ogling her back as she stretched and then she bent over.