Sanemi Novels & Stories

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

We both nod our heads and I turn to leave. Remi's POV After Aiden's meet up at the police station with Mr. Latino, whose name is really Saleem. I find myself pacing in our room. I can't decide if it's a trap or if Saleem is being genuine in his concern for me as the ruler of hell. My father and grandfather had a lot to say on the matter.

“ARE YOU sure Andrius will love that?” Helen asked Samantha as the latter put the Pinakbet (veggies that were cooked with fish sauce) in the bowl. Samantha smiled. “Of course. Why wouldn’t he?” Helen rolled her eyes. “Hello… Andrius grew up here and Pinakbet is Filipino food.” “Andrius will not have to love it… like is different to love. And I’m sure he will like it. If not, then I will not talk to him—”

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