Sweeps Mobi Novels & Stories

I'm not supposed to care what happens to her. My thumb hovers over the message. One swipe and it's gone. I look back at the screen. The threat stares back at me, ugly and real. Swipe. Hold. Delete. Just like that, it's gone.

Isla POV I rolled the window down, letting the fresh air rush into the car. The quiet, untouched road made me reckless enough to lean out, letting the wind whip against my face. There were a dozen reasons why I couldn’t stop smiling. The first one? Julian’s surprise this morning. He’d shown up at my apartment at dawn, no warning, just told me to pack my things for a getaway. Sure, he’d promised he’d take me on vacation before, but I didn’t expect him to actually deliver this soon.

He was an elderly man with white hair, and though he was old, he appeared to be in great spirits. "Ms. Yale, this is Mr. Adrian Scott, the head of our research base," one of the researchers introduced. "The laser and steam activation method used on you and Mr. Lawrie for thawing was a concept proposed by Mr. Scott 40 years ago." "Is that so?" Jessica stepped forward and offered Adrian a respectful handshake. "Thank you for helping thaw both me and my lover." Adrian smiled warmly at Jessica. "Ms. Yale, I should be the one thanking you."

It had only been a slight flick of her wrist, but it knocked aside his hand as though she’d put all of her strength – and then some – into the motion. ‘What the hell?’ Steven’s eyes narrowed, something bright and dangerous crackling in his dark gaze, there and gone before she could fully register what she was seeing. And at that very moment, Gabby returned to the room, two other men with him. One was tall and lean, athletically built, his dishevelled crown of blond hair and rimless, pale blue sunglasses that rode low on the bridge of his nose giving him something of a geeky mad-scientist vibe. The other, dark haired and grim faced, strode inside the small room like a mediaeval king, his very

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

"Your reports have been reviewed and we are pleased with your progress. As soon as the storm clears, we will send in reinforcements to assist with relocating those women and children who would like to leave the pack." "And what about the former Alpha and his men?" The laptop screen flickered as the vampire on the other side shifted in her seat. A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line.

I can't believe I'm a father; witnessing my friend become a mother has made me proud; we still have a long road ahead of us, but seeing her softly holding and loving our little child made me feel like I won the fucking lotto. Which makes me uneasy about the title of Alpha; it's not one I ever expected to have, but if it brings peace to my pack, my mate, and our pup, I'll gladly bend over like a bitch and accept it as a man. I'm wondering if body swiping with my friend will function like it did with Stan, or if she'll be able to read my thoughts. If Marcela ever heard me utter these things, she would undoubtedly doubt my love for her tight pussy, and it is a loss I would cut my balls out for.

He did not question it. “Consider it done,” he said. “We’ll have people at each entrance. Vehicles staged two blocks away. A rapid extraction on standby. I’ll brief the team for minimal footprint. Any odd movement, I call you. I’ll confirm the sweep in thirty.” “Good,” I said. “Keep it quiet. No media. No one sees security. We want it to look normal.” Marcus’s voice lowered. “Understood.”

Personal devices will be subjected to a bi-weekly digital sweep by the security mainframe to prevent accidental data leaks regarding the Sterling Global Tech merger. "Are you insane?" Zariel gasped, her expressive hand gestures flaring violently. "A bi-weekly digital sweep of my personal phone? Diet coordinated forty-eight hours in advance? Kaelen, this isn't a domestic arrangement; this is a high-security parole protocol! I am your contract partner, not a high-risk inmate!"

I headed to the library's exit while Zeeve tails behind my back. When we arrived at the field, we were greeted by soccer players who were hard at work practicing. I observed a man with sea rover blue eyes who was dripping with sweat as the sun kissed his sunburnt skin. When he kicked the ball, it went straight into the opposing goal, and I couldn't help but notice his dominant presence. Damn! I could never have imagined that I would come across a man as hot as this simply by kicking the ball around. Ade, you're serious? Has it slipped your mind that Zeeve is attractive even when he's merely walking around?