Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

Wolfsbane is a bitch for these guys. I can hear him sob when he looks at her. It’s laughable the length these creatures will go to when you dangle their mate in front of them. Turning the phone around quickly, I'm ready to get this over with. I notice him straighten up and wipe the wetness off of his cheeks. He knows how much I hate tears. “Stephen informed me that the healer came home early from his trip because his mate ended up in the hospital. Is there a reason that you haven’t fed me any of this information?”

"Really? The last time was a name. Now another guy who doesn't know how to live or die." “He is hiding behind me. I want to get him out. I was very annoyed with the sound of his breathing.” Duncan Hiddleston knew she had sold out Duncan Hiddleston, so she revealed her face. Duncan Hiddleston knew there was going to be a great battle, so he prepared in advance. Duncan Hiddleston warm up for the whole body. Waldo Helen saw Duncan Hiddleston look a little familiar but then didn't pay much attention. Waldo Helen took off her shirt on the ground.

“Who’s the guy following you? I saw him yesterday and again today. Tall, scary-looking, always keeping distance but never too far. Is he, like… a stalker? Should I call the police?” Monalisa’s stomach twisted. She forced a small smile. “It’s not like that,” she said softly. “He’s… protection. My stepfather arranged it. He’s been really worried about me since Mom died and doesn’t want me going anywhere alone right now.” Sophie blinked, then let out a soft laugh of relief. “Wow. Damien is really going all out, huh? That’s actually kind of sweet. He’s being a good father figure, looking out for you like that. Most stepparents wouldn’t care that much.”

"Even though you hurt two of my men, I'm willing to let it slide. Do me a favor, and I'll let you walk out of here. How does that sound?" As he spoke, Colin glanced over at Stephen. He recognized the man. Stephen was just another researcher. Colin had never understood people like him. Why didn't they just spend their money enjoying life instead? Summoning his courage, Stephen called out, "Mr. Dalton."

He checked, again and again his schedule and absurdly they all needed his secretary; the woman he'd been craving for almost a whole year, to be completed. 'I just need to calm down and not lose control tomorrow. Easy.' He thought, unaware of how weak he had become to her. His fangs were now visible and eyes scarlet. The car snaked past the large but well crafted gate and stopped in front of the large like castle. He got out and was received by a young man of short slim stature. Despite it being almost midnight, there was no hair out of place and no spot missed in his appearance. A paragon of neat and clean.

The receptionist at the other desk told her it was probably back at the spot she picked the bicycle from. She nodded her thanks and went in the direction of the last aisle. She'd reached the spot at the end of the aisle when a guy moved into her aisle from a gap in the shelf that joined it to the next. Even though the person was slightly facing away from her she strongly felt she knew that person, his features looked familiar even if she couldn't see the colour of his hair or eyes. But if one thing Taissa had grown to trust her female intuition and right now it said to call after the person who was now at any second going to disappear back to the other aisle.

I shot him a glare. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dennis, his best friend and of course the Beta of the pack. Let’s get along well. And oh, don’t you worry too much about Arthur here, he can be a pain in the neck sometimes but he is cool, trust me…” Dennis stepped forward and extended his hand to her. She glared at his hand for a while but took it, much to my surprise. “Eleanor.” She added after taking his hand.

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."

he said, pointing to the two of us. I swallowed. “Why not?” “You know why, Olivia.” “Because I work for you?” I asked, pretending to be oblivious to his reason. “No Olivia, because you are my stepdaughter.” He said with his jaw clenched. “Because this… Us… it is not just wrong, it is dangerous.” “Wrong? It didn’t feel that way when you kissed me last night. You liked it, and I liked it too.” “That doesn’t mean it is right,” He quickly cut in.