Novel & Cerita Stephen Herondale

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

"Elara Vance is a dead asset on a corrupted registry, Father. You can't liquidate a ghost." The Sovereign Alignment Julian slowly stood up, releasing his hold on Arthur's shoulder blade. He stepped away from the hearth, his towering silhouette immediately blocking out the orange glow of the embers as he walked toward the desk. The sheer, muscular mass of his presence was a heavy, suffocating weight in the narrow space, but the toxic terror that used to paralyze me in his presence had transformed into something dense, magnetic, and unbreakable.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

I looked at Stephen in surprise. But his eyes were dead serious. “You came back too?” I asked. He nodded. A wave of relief washed over me. It meant everything that had happened in my past life was real. If I hadn’t insisted on stopping the mate bond ceremony, my life would have ended up the same as the last time. Suddenly, a thought hit me. “What about Harry? Do you think he’s also back from the past?” Stephen shook his head. “I’m not sure. But it doesn’t seem like it. If he were, he’d definitely wait until he stole my Alpha’s position before making his relationship with Teresa public.”

I said. “Where is Steph,” I asked. “I don't know, His number is also not reachable” Angelo informed. “What…why did you inform before, Find him” I snapped. “Guards are doing,” He said and at the same time the front door opened and Stephen came. “Where were you?” I asked. “I saw Olive here,” He said, and the emergency was visible in his voice. “Who Olive?” I asked, arching my eyebrows. “Mr Leonardo's daughter,” Angelo said.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

Stephen, however, was oblivious to everything but the woman before him. As he traced the contours of her face, memories of happier times flooded his mind – the laughter shared, the whispered confessions in the dark. Delilah, once vibrant, now lay still, a mere shell of her former self. Yet, the inexplicable power of their mate bond seemed to weave a restorative magic. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Stephen's shoulders. He knew the healing touch he possessed, a gift passed down through generations, an inheritance of supernatural lineage. His fingertips worked wonders, erasing the visible scars, but the emotional wounds lingered, buried beneath the surface.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.