Sons Of Anarchy Novel Novels & Stories

“Please… I have a family…” “Spare me that shit.” Vittorio stood slowly, towering over him. He reached for his glass of whiskey from the table, swirling it once before taking a sip. His eyes never left Chrisano’s. “I don’t kill loyal men. But I do kill stupid ones.” he said quietly. Chrisano’s breath caught. “The only thing that can save you now, is your son. From tonight, he works for me. One mistake, one, and I’ll make sure he pays the price for your greed.”

And Dylan—Darius—was playing his part flawlessly, earning their trust while helping me destroy them from within. The pieces were moving into position. I let the petal fall and walked toward the stairs, my footsteps echoing in the empty hall. Happy Valentine’s Day indeed. The young alphas still have no idea this omega they pitied and desired and tormented was the architect of their downfall. But they would learn. Soon.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ But until their fathers are in their graves. Speaking of their fathers, I need a new plan to enter the plan. This time, it has to be perfect… and I need not to rush the killing.

Just when I was about to turn towards the left corridor, I heard a door open. It was Oliver, and he looked entirely different from the first time I saw him. His hair was shorter and darker than I remembered, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine with an intensity that almost made me shiver. I eyed him meticulously, and he stared at me with a kind of confidence and aura that could only be eluded from a leader. If my guts were right, then he is Julio's son. The resemblance is uncanny. "Get in," he ordered, his eyes glinting with a challenge that made me want to defy him.

“It’s Sunday. The day hasn’t started until there’s bacon. Is there bacon?” “There is no bacon because you are holding the Alpha hostage.” He hums, a satisfied, vibrating sound. “Good. The Alpha works too hard. The Alpha needs to be repressed.” He shifts his leg, hooking his ankle around my calf to further incapacitate me. He is a tactical genius, even when unconscious. I sigh, resigning myself to my fate, but I manage to stretch my arm out just far enough to snag the leather-bound book from the nightstand. I ease it open, balancing it on my chest, squinting against the beam of sunlight.

That much was obvious. His cobalt blue eyes finally looked up, meeting mine and Maverick’s, and they widened instantly. I didn’t know if it was from the fact Maverick was naked or that I was in his arms. "Bloodsucker," he growled under his breath, his eyes darkening. I instinctively folded into Maverick's arms. "It's alright, Nicholai. She's harmless," Maverick said evenly. Nicholai—the name echoed in my head. He looked almost identical to Maverick. They could be brothers.

Had she just blindly listened to the story her dad told her never evening thinking to question it? “There are journals and diaries from the wolves who survived his wrath back then with explicit details of the torture and pain he inflicted on those who was supposed to be under his protection. His mate killed herself after Marcellus killed their son, the son who should have been alpha after him. But even then, he didn’t care. That’s why my great, great, great grandfather stepped up. As his beta, next in command, he felt responsible and guilty for allowing him to get to that point and not stopping him sooner.

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

“Not you, not anyone.” The other men chuckled uneasily, glancing at one another. My father leaned back, exhaling smoke. “You’ve embarrassed me enough. Leave.” That was all. Not Are you okay? Not What did he do to you? Just Leave. I backed away, breath shallow, eyes burning. My vision swirled from the drug or the alcohol—I didn’t know which. Mr. Baldwin’s voice followed me as I staggered toward the kitchen doors. “You walk out that door, Nova, and you walk away from this money. From your grandmother’s life.”

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

My father turned his head away, not even willing to speak. Pain tightened in my chest until it was hard to breathe. I was their son, too. And yet, they were sending me to my death with their own hands. Everything inside me went cold. The anesthesiologist pressed me down and injected the anesthesia. As my vision dimmed, a surge of unwillingness rose, sharp and desperate. My mother held Dylan's hand and spoke to me without even looking my way. "When Dylan recovers, you can do whatever you want. We won't stop you this time."