Roxana Aguirre Novels & Stories

“That surname… it belonged to a woman. Decades ago. One of the few who left the rogues and tried to live among us. She was killed before she could ever settle. As far as I know, she was never connected to the rogues. An enemy to all. Rogues hated her presence, would not take her in, and the wolves had her exiled.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know her name?” “Liana D’Amaris,” I said quietly. “A witch-blooded wolf. She was one of the few who managed to walk out of their lands alive, and the only one who had ties to the old rogue bloodline.” He exhaled, closing the file. “If Lorenzo is her descendant, or tied to her line, that means he’s not just playing business. He’s playing revenge.” “Ex

I became a fan of Garnicia pollen because it helped me sleep at night, especially on the days I wasn't fed, and the hunger was killing me. I wondered what had happened at that party, and I thought of all the ways I could have avoided it, but as long as Bianca was a foe, I wouldn't have escaped it. Maybe she never forgave me for the beating her daughter got. I hoped she was happy now. My feet had cracks, and my lips were chapped. I had lost a lot of weight, and my hands were getting calloused from the farm work. Every night I braced myself for pain from the mate bond, but it never came. How could they be celibate for this long? I knew one day they would move on. I had stopped trying to reach

asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin. 'You can listen to me if I let you!' "Wow ...." exclaimed Aranjo as he jumped to his feet and walked around the Griffin. "You look different than you used to! there are differences!" said Aranjo still staring at Griffin. 'Sure! And you look different too!' "Nice to see you back friend!" said Aranjo who is currently standing in front of Griffin. 'Nice to see you back!' "Can I touch you?" asks Aranjo, she wants to feel the golden feather in her hand.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I said out aloud and both of them looked up at me with a smile. "Ara! you're back!" She climbed down the sofa and rushed over to me. I picked her up and she blessed me with her kisses on the face. I giggled and kissed her back. "Aw someone was excited to see me," I said and she nodded enthusiastically. I put her down and went to the kitchen to fetch something to drink. We had some orange juice and I poured it into a glass before going to sit with them and watch cartoons. Brenna was our next-door neighbor. She was a polite lady in her early forties and often babysat Crystal, my niece on weekdays as on weekends I was home I used to take her responsibility.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”