Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

Hi, I’m here, a message from Soren read, and Misha’s heart automatically raced. “He’s here,” she told her family while still looking at her phone. “I’ll let him in,” Jaden said as he stood up. “No, I’ll do it,” Misha said and bolted upward. She rushed out towards the main door and opened it. And there, outside their small fence, Soren stood, looking at her, smiling, looking a bit more handsome than when she first saw him. He wore a gray short sleeve polo and denim pants. Was it just her or he seemed happy to see her? And Misha wanted to blush just by looking at him as she immediately remembered her dream where she and Soren were furiously having sex. And she knew that the job of forgetting t

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Finding Mr. Scar has always been easy for Soren because the man made it so. By the time Soren arrives at the alpha's private penthouse, he can barely breathe properly; his eyes have a touch of redness to them; his lips are cracked while the rest of his face goes pale; his body shakes and he hugs himself around himself in a pathetic attempt to keep himself warm.

"I was just trimming the dead leaves, sir." "Soren," he corrects, pushing off the doorframe and walking deeper into the room. He doesn't circle me. He doesn't invade my space. He stops a respectful distance away, taking a sip of his drink. "We're not big on 'sir' in here unless Cassiel is in one of his moods. And even then, it’s usually 'your highness' or some nonsense." I risk a glance at his face. His eyes are blue, but unlike Cassiel’s cold, Arctic ice, Soren’s are the color of the ocean on a sunny day… They're clear and bright,

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Robin muttered, the others murmured their assent. “Well, I still don't so can someone please explain what I am meant to be looking at?” I huffed in frustration. “Enhance,” Soren said in his best spy-movie voice. Dane gave him a look,“This isn’t a movie, that’s as clear as it gets.” “Then what’s the point of all your fancy tech?” Soren complained, tugging on his hair. “To stop me from murdering you,” Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away.

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

He shrugged coming up to stand next to me “ Don’t tell me you knew about it?” I sighed, rubbing the back of my head. “ I could tell the moment I saw her. Half breeds have a different scent, a different mixture it’s more of a sweet and bitter smell mixed with woods and fresh smell” he explained but she doesn’t smell like that to me at all “ don’t stress yourself out being her mate, the scent you get could be different then what she gives off for the rest of the world.” He sighed patting me on the shoulder