Something Fierce Book Novels & Stories

"What are you doing here?" I pulled up an irritating smile but kept it genuine. "Liam, can I have a moment with you?" "Who's this bitch?" The brunette snarled as she grew closer to Liam. My eyes twitched again. "This bitch is that bastard's fiancé. If you got a problem with that, I suggest you leave before I do something crazy," I warned, glaring at the girl who cringed. Surprisingly she wasn't fighting back, only because a gorilla had raised me, and I have that presence to scare off people. Papa taught me well.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 40 "H...h...how did this happen !?!"Fiona yelled shifting back a little. The smirk on his face always grew wider as he walked slowly towards her Her breath were already getting shorten and ragged. Despite the fact no weapons can be seen with him She felt extremely scared. After all,he is a great fighter

She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration. Walking along the shelves, my fingers run along the books when I see a book that seems to be calling to me. Moving towards it, I pick it up and turn the pages, just scanning the contents when the pages move on their own, stopping on a page. Reading the contents of the page, my beast snarls in my head. “Don’t you fucking dare do this Fen!” I shake my head with a sigh. Closing the book, it opens again to the page I was looking at.

He smirk looking at the book and the next thing I know he threw the book and it went flying, the pages scattering all over the place, "My book!" I screeched looking on as all the papers scattered everywhere. "Why on earth would you throw my book away?!" I asked through gritted teeth feeling a rush of anger bubble inside of me. "And what are you going to do about it rogue," he sneered showing me his canine. He was a wereolf pack person!

I reply. “I know how it feels to be inside him as do you, I want to feel him inside me as well as be inside him once again. I don’t know what I did to deserve such amazing mates, I don’t even think I am a gifted wolf,” Asim sighs. “You are strong and a skilled fighter and you are spry and fleet footed or you could not catch me when we play at the game of chase,” I say, turning to pat his muscular chest and peck his lips.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

She screamed, looking at me, and I looked in every direction, finding nothing that could drive him off except the book. I grabbed it with both hands and ran toward them, bringing it down hard against his snout. My move seemed to enrage the creature even more. He released Elowen and came straight for me. "Get away from us!" I said, holding the book out in front of me like a weapon. "GET OUT OF HERE!" I screamed in terror. "More resourceful than I expected, Celine." His furious voice broke my focus, and with one paw he sent the book flying, then sank his teeth into my shoulder and drove me into the ground with force.

For the first time since the accident, she felt as though she were part of the world again—not trapped by her anger, not haunted by the flames that had nearly taken her hands. But the memory still flickered at the edges of her mind. She remembered the roar of the fire, the way Darius’s eyes—dark and wild—had looked almost afraid as he’d thrown the book into the hearth. He had said it was dangerous, that she could not bear its contents. She had seen fear in his face, and pride, and something else she could not name. She pressed her bandaged palms together, swallowing the ache that came with the thought. “Perhaps…” she began quietly, “perhaps I have been too proud myself.”

Bienley watched in abject horror as the gruesome scene unfolded before his eyes. But Devon seemed like an unstoppable force. He was like a wild animal in a frenzy, ready to end the doctor's life. Even Lucas, Max, and Philip hesitated to step in. They knew from experience that trying to stop Devon in the midst of such a rage was like trying to halt a runaway train - it was a futile effort.

Dick and all. Wait wha... Xavier! Can you not think dirty thoughts during a literal war? A blur of black launched across the courtyard, crushing the first BloodRose warrior beneath immense paws. A scream erupted, cut off brutally as Aaron's jaws clamped around throats and limbs, tearing, shredding. I could barely look, stomach twisting violently at the spray of blood, the snap of bone. And yet... I didn't recoil. My wolf surged, coiling tighter, alive, needing, wanting to tear into the fight itself right by Aaron's side.