Novel & Cerita Sal X Travis

“How dare you return to Sunpass City? Aren’t you afraid that the Lowe family will be wiped out by Mr. Moonshade’s wrath?” “Heh…” Travis sneered. “He’s doomed. He won’t even be able to protect himself!” With that, he turned around respectfully and said, “Elder Salo, the person they mentioned is the one who injured me and the person that Sect Master Cox wants to capture.”

The person beside them hastily countered, "Look at him. He's practically bouncing with energy! Does that look like someone disabled to you?" "Yeah. With that bright smile and excitement, I'd say he's doing just fine." They shook their heads, realizing how foolish the rumors had been. Micah later told me that he had been ambushed by his enemies on the day we met. To buy himself more time, he spread rumors about being crippled and impotent. It was the only way he could catch his breath. By the time he got his revenge, the rumors had spread far and wide. "None of it was true. I merely didn't care to explain because I had no interest in getting married. You have to believe me!" he exclaimed, hol

Trevor grimaced and scrunched up his face before pouring himself another drink. He wrapped a gauze which was in his gym shorts and wrapped it around his bloodied hand before grasping the wine glass and gulping down what he had poured. His head reeled and he sat on the stool in front of the bar, staring at nothing. "What can't I stop the urge for blood? Why the hell am I different?! I am a fucking monster!" He snatched the glass from the counter and flung it across the room. The glass shattered and Trevor covered his ears with his hand, then let out a toe-curling scream.

Based on my instincts, he was only in his middles forty’s, but his entirely silver hair was very deceiving that it had made me believe he was on his retirement age already. Travis chose not to move his head. He just let himself be caught in a lull by the wind, and said something in return to the officer without looking back. “The name’s Travis. Travis Exposito. I am not your son, and therefore you don’t have the authority to call me that.” The officer just cleared hid throat and whispered ‘okay’ in the air.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

“Oh this pack is in for it.” “If she’s a Guardian.” “Do you think she really is?” “The ghosts know who you are?” Tessa asks, walking up and looking around. “They’re not ghosts,” Meadow says, smirking at me. “My name is Meadow Cross. My sister Maeve is married to Xander Holstin. Do you know who I am.” Another round of gasps. “She’s the witchy witch.” “My cousin has some witchy lights.” “Do you think she’d make us some?”

He stepped up to the podium, looking out at the crowd with a calm, dominant gaze. "Good evening, everyone," Travis greeted them. "I’m glad you all made the time to attend this gala. I know the past few days have been messy for this pack. I’m aware of the rumors floating around the region. My wife was poisoned, and I was betrayed by an Elder I once considered a mentor." The room went silent, the guests leaning in. "But as you can see, we are still standing," Travis continued, his voice growing stronger. "I’ve never been the nicest Alpha in this region. Most of you know me as a monster, a man of cold law and blood. And I was... until I met my wife."

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

"Max, Luka this is Blair. Blair, this is my friend Maxim, and Luka, they're in...private security and they had agreed to help me out with your case. So, you will need to give them your full name and complete story if we want this to work." She nodded and sit next to Ian, then Luka straightens his glasses and starts to unpack his backpack. Max started talking to Ian, while Blair was nervous about the whole situation. "... my name is Olivia Blair Wright, I killed, shot my husband Benjamin Turner..." She started her words, she looked pale Ian had thought. He took her hand and feel the cold palm matching her nervous expression. "Blair, you're among friends. Relax, okay?" Ian said rubbing her knu

Aria: The sound of chains followed me into the hall. The guards didn’t bother to be gentle, they never did. I didn’t expect them to be anyway. The throne room smelled like blood and smoke, thick with the dominance of one man. The man that I found myself dreading most. Alpha Dominic Salvatore. The one and only feared Alpha. The monster they whispered about. The Alpha who burned an entire rogue camp for trespassing. The one my father thought would spare our family if he handed me over like some prize mare.