Ross Geller Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

Maybe Gunner was right about this swimsuit. “And who are you?” I asked. “I am Alpha Galterio, of Origin Wolf. Descended from Gill, the first son born to Lycaon” he said proudly before lowering his eyes and smiling at me wickedly. “See? We are cousins. You, a daughter of Selena, and I, a son of Gill” he said watching me with interested narrowed eyes, He tossed his head and chuckled, the sound making goosebumps appear on my arms. “Well, distant cousins” he mused.

Rowan's tension appeared to lessen as I spoke, his posture relaxing and his face adopting a calmer, more composed expression. I gestured for him to sit across from me, my curiosity sharpening with each passing second. I needed to know exactly what had happened in that small pack on the far edge of the West District. "Larissa Colter, that is the lady's name. Her father, Gelael Colter, is the Gamma of the Starlight Pack. He used to serve as Gamma under the previous Alpha before Mark Wilder..." "Rowan!" I cut him off with an impatient sigh. "Get to the point. Don't tell me what I already know. Tell me something unknown to many but a few!"

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

Greyson, Rosie and Chick are all behind the glamour with Celine and the God. The others have all gone off to face the Americans, after a while there’s the sound of a gunshot. Just one. He tries to steady his breathing and focusses his magic into the glamour, trying to make it more solid.

"My laptop battery is at 12%. Once it dies, we're blind. We can't access the dark web, we can't track the Hounds, we can't even play Solitaire." "Priorities, Ben," Catherine said dryly. "Solitaire keeps me sane, okay?" Ben shot back. "Grog knows a place," the Rat King rumbled. He was carrying Bessie the cow over his shoulders now, claiming the "moo-dog" was tired. "Old man lives in the wall. Has magic lights." "Another Tinker?" Olivia asked warily. "No. Ghost," Grog said. "Digital Ghost." They followed Grog through a series of narrow service tunnels that seemed to be going up. The air grew drier. The smell of sewage was replaced by the smell of ozone and... popcorn?

" The air is clean. She's not here. She's nowhere." Barzil looked at Wolfy. The Tactician was rocking back and forth, muttering numbers. "Zero point zero," Wolfy whispered. "Mass index zero. Thermal signature zero." "She is not zero," Guller’s voice said. Barzil looked down. Guller was standing at the base of the dais. He was bleeding from his nose and ears. His robes were torn. He looked like a corpse that had been reanimated. But his eyes were open. And they were looking up.

“Let me see then, Elle.” I shook my head, wondering why she needed to do this for that loser. Jake was the typical jock prick, always flexing in the halls, thinking he owned every girl he looked at. But Roseanne? She was mine first—best friends since freshman year, sharing lockers, secrets, everything. Except this. This hunger I felt for her was new, dark, twisting in my gut like I wanted to claim her and never let go. “Which one do you think will turn him on fast?”

"But from this moment forward, you need to be very careful." I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Please, Helena." "I will see you." "When?" "Tomorrow." I closed my eyes. "Okay." "And Karma?" "Yes?" "If Gaius is telling the truth..." She paused. "...then the man sleeping beside you may be much more dangerous than we ever imagined." The call ended. I slowly lowered my phone. For several seconds, I couldn't move. Then I looked toward the locked door of my office. Somewhere outside, investigators were standing over Adrian Keller's body.