Savage Hearts Jt Geissinger Novels & Stories

"I know this is insane. I know we're in the middle of a war and I should be thinking about strategy and casualties and the next move against the Diamondbacks. But all I can think about is you, and how close I came to losing you tonight." His hands slid from her shoulders to frame her face, thumbs stroking across her cheekbones as he studied her with those incredible hazel eyes. "When I saw you sitting in that parking garage, watching our enemies walk into the trap you'd helped set, I realized something. You're not just an asset anymore. You're not just someone useful to the club. You're mine." The possessive declaration sent heat flooding through her body, pooling low in her belly. She'd nev

“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?”

*** “Is there a problem?” Ryan asked, taking in Paige’s demeanor. “I think so.” Paige started packing what was left of their breakfast, their conversation forgotten. “We’re all to converge in meeting room two in ten minutes.” “Who and who?” “You, me, Lip, Stan, Mama G, Dad, Deloris, George, Pete…you know George and Pete don’t you?” “George is the head hunter right?” At Paige’s nod, Ryan smiled smugly and added… “And Pete is the head assassin.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

Talking to Ashley I realized she has other siblings, twins to be precise, Aiden and Andrea but they're currently out of town. "Sorry, I'm late" a voice boomed and the chattering stopped briefly. The person had such an aura making me look up slowly. My eyes met with a handsome guy, he had a well built structure which was visible in the shirt he wore, his disheveled hair made him look hot and it was no other than the infamous Asher Black. I took a sharp breath as his eyes met mine, I know realize why girls are ready to go to any extent just to get attention from him, it should be a crime to be this good looking and he's a natural. I averted my eyes and turned to see Ashley giving me a weird s

One word on the screen: Smile. Cass didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Her laptop chimed again. GhostByte: They’ve got a secondary signal bouncing from within your city. Your exact city. Her mind ran through possibilities—Leo, one of her enemies, or someone she hadn’t even factored into the equation yet. Whoever they were, they weren’t just a threat. They were patient. She closed the blinds, the whisper of the fabric sounding far too loud in the room’s tense silence. Leo paced in the narrow hallway outside Jax’s office, the low hum of overworked servers vibrating through the walls. Inside, Jax was “performing surgery”—his words, not Leo’s—digging through encrypted layers like a surgeon cutting int

Up close or from a distance, he looked like a carefree, good-for-nothing son from a wealthy family. Upon seeing Hunter Sacre, Sophie hurriedly got up from the couch, frowning hard. "Are you crazy? Why did you let the driver drive in? Are you trying to attract attention?" Hunter leaned in close to Sophie, blowing cigarette smoke in her face. His thin lips curved into a smile. "What's there to be afraid of? Do you think Simon doesn't know about us?" Sophie coughed as the smoke hit her, stepping back a few paces with a furrowed brow.

Bit by bit, it had chipped away at the ice in his chest to reveal a beating, human heart long buried beneath all the darkness in his world. Andrei didn't know exactly when this shift had begun. But the earliest he could trace it back to was the night he ran into his bedroom following Helga's petrified screams and found Holly in his bed, covered in all kinds of scars she'd tattooed on herself, ugly reminders of the pain she carried and hid so well from the rest of the world. If he thought long and hard, though, Andrei was sure he'd discover his feelings for Holly had sprung to life long before that night. The thousands of peonies he'd given her over the years, and his obsessive attendance of