Tamiko Bolton Novels & Stories

So they understood that the house was quiet and there were only maids and guards besides Alpha Darren and Diana as the hosts of course. "Welcome," Diana said. She was as friendly as possible and also showed a cheerful face. Meanwhile Alpha Darren remained as usual cold towards them. "Congratulations on your pregnancy, Diana," Adam said to her. "Thank you. Please have a seat mother and father-in-law." It was time for the show to begin. The waiters started bringing out the food. And one of the waiters was Damien, who was in disguise. Either because they were not focused or because Damien's disguise was too great, Adam and Janette did not realize that the waiter who arranged the food in front o

It was a delicate dance, a strategic mingling of words and charm that held the promise of uncovering secrets. Finally, Damon reached the end of the list. "And lastly, we have Sir Jonathan Montgomery, a highly regarded scientist and inventor. He's known for his groundbreaking discoveries and contributions to the field of technology. His presence at the ball is sure to attract attention from various sectors," Damon concluded.

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"They are fine don't worry, Ton. I just need to go for a run and want them protected." "We'll protect your girls with our lives, Nick." My girls… Fuck, I love hearing him say that! "That's why I have you both there. Oh, and Tony, don't let her father or sister in there without me present." Both Tony and Ryan have been my best friends since we were in nursery and both treat Lottie like she's their own daughter, and with both of them standing guard outside of Bonnie's door I can completely relax and focus on me and Storm for a little while.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

he chuckles loud, making her become angrier. "How about a dance before we battle? You'll find I'm quite a catch... you may even find yourself falling for me... maybe I'll reconsider and take you home with me instead.... what do you say?" "I rather not..." Selene says. He chuckles eyeing her from the tip of her feet to the top of her head. "You really are a beautiful specimen... too bad I gotta kill you. My name is Damian by the way...just in case you want to know me, before you die of course." He says, locking his sight with her.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Her face was red and it was obvious she was embarrassed. “this is payback” he whispered much to Camila’s annoyance. She huffed and he chuckled to himself. The elevator dinged and the door opened. Camila stalked out but Roman didn’t tell her that she had hickeys all over her neck. He wanted her to find out herself. They met Cory, Roman’s assistant in the lobby. He was standing awkwardly, shifting from one feet to another. He smiled when he saw them, pushing up his glasses on his face.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”