Stephen Herondale Novels & Stories

This was really the first time in quite some time that he was joining us for something like this. “I thought it was about time that I helped out with finding Coral.” He replied, taking a step in to the kitchen. Duncan looked a lot like his dad, Alpha Michael. He had the same blonde hair and blue eyes. “Besides, I heard you had met your mate and I had to see that for myself.” “Harley, nice to meet you.” Harley stated, standing to greet Duncan.

she says happily and her phone rings and she picks her cellphone on the dresser and she looks on the screen of the phone and it was My heart, that was the name she used in saving her husband to be on the screen and she picks the call “Hello my heart” she says in a soft tone. “Hello my Love” Manuel Stephens says to Evelyn. Manuel Stephens is the billionaire heir of the Stephens Empire, he is the one in charge of all his fathers businesses, from Estate to importation and exportation of good and to crude oil companies all over the nation.

She shared a lot of things that they did on their vacation and explained how they organized a charity event for children's education and showed me a photo of Her, Kevin and Harry. My eyes fell on the particular photo of Harry where he looks so matured in his white Armani Suite. He was holding a red whine and talking to someone, who seems in his mid-Fifties. They both shared the same features as he was a mini version of him. "Quinn, who is this?" I pointed a finger at the man who was standing with Harry. "He is his dad and my uncle, Mr. James Brooks," She answered. Why does the name seem so familiar to me? "Sheila, what happen to you?" She asked noticing my confused state.

Rowan, the warrior who had taught us the fighting techniques the other day during pack training, looked at Dalton over my shoulders, mind-linking him. I felt an itch to roll my eyes at him but held myself. Dalton must have given him a ‘it’s okay’ look or told him to listen to me because he swiftly stepped back, signaling the other warriors to step back as well. I slowly approached the human as he feebly stood back up on his long limbs. “Can you hear me? It’s me. Do you remember me?” I softly asked him, keeping my voice low and calm. I watched as he nodded with some hesitance.

"Oh, that's fuck up." She look at his wristwatch and let out a deep breath. "I need to go. You do your part, act as Hilary as you could." after he said that he disappeared. Why do I need to do this? What is the purpose? What is the intention? I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep.

There, a few steps away from my pack leaders, I see Dominic get up from the ground and extend his hand to someone who gets up, still covered by the head warrior. Sonny was impatient and screamed in my head, “mate, mate”. I think he scented me because he walks around the Head warrior and stops, with his mouth open, looking at me. I was stunned. Though dirty and bloody, it was the most beautiful figure I had ever seen. She was perfect, beautiful, and strong. There was only one problem; she was a he. Was my mate a man? There must have been some mistake. I had never been with a man or felt any attraction to one. Why did the Goddess give me a man as a mate?

“You think she’s dangerous.” He didn’t deny it. “I think she’s something.” “That’s not an answer.” I said, looking at him. “Moreover, you think that she might be related to Lorenzo.” He looked up, and his expression softened just slightly, that same look that used to undo me completely, back before everything had shattered. “I don’t know what she is yet. But she’s not here by chance, Valerie. And she is not on his side either, she doesn’t seem to be. The way she walked in, the way she spoke, she knows too much about what’s happening beyond the borders. No outsider should. She has been watching for a while, and she is strong, she carries an aura with her that I cannot explain.”

Charlotte’s POV I was twenty years old, still a virgin, but my pussy has been yearning for my stepfather’s cock longer than I cared to admit. My pussy throbbed every single night for the one man who was supposed to protect me, my stepfather, Sebastian. Dad died when I was fourteen. Stage four cancer took him away from us. I watched him waste away while Mom buried herself in work, chasing money. By the time she brought Sebastian home, tall, commanding, rich as sin. I was already ruined inside. Quiet little Charlotte on the outside, big innocent eyes and soft curves that drew stares. But on the inside I was a storm of violent fantasies.

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

I'm lead into an office of sort, which room temperature is seemingly colder than down stairs, with all the sweaty, dancing bodies. Landon seems in particular discomfort, as he turns around, his eyes meeting mine. "Althea..." he breathes, and my heart stops momentarily. "How did this happen?" I gesture to his person. He frowns slightly, so creases forming on his forehead. He's the definition of an Alpha now, like he would fit in with the rest of them, even if he is the youngest. "I phased. You were right, I'm better now," he concedes, a smile lighting up with face. I'm struck by his indifference. There is a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. Is he the same Landon, because if not, he's surely not