The Predator's Fiancée Novels & Stories

Today's sunny afternoon in the middle of winter was the wedding of Matthew Kanne, the wealthy American bachelor, and Nicholas' younger sister, Ficanzi de Sanctis, who must have changed to Ficanzi Kanne. She had been doing me a favor by looking after Anna and Penelope, and I had often asked her to let me know how they were doing since I couldn't go anywhere with the security around me tightening up. Ficanzi not only told me, but she showed me pictures of them. Penelope was already doing so well; she had gained weight, was in the healthy category, and was definitely happy. It was the same with Anna, but she often asked me where I was, how I was doing, and why I never came to their place anymor

I reply glad my voice didn't crack or do anything dumb. "Wanna dance?" He asks and I open my mouth to say no but I get distracted by a man who comes in. A man with brown hair and brown eyes, perfect face and body. Wearing a pair of black jeans and a grey muscle t-shirt. My so called fiancé. Except there is something. He has his arm wrapped around a black haired girls waist, who is wearing a dress three times to small and barely covering her butt. The girl is pretty, prettier than me by a long shot, but you can just assume what she does by what she wears. I'm not going to judge her or anything because I don't know for sure. The girl reaches up and brings his face to hers kissing him roughly.

I simply said because I didn't know what else to say to a casual hookup. She scoffed, "Oh? Is that all you can say? Don't you want to relive that night with me again?" Her voice melted into a seductive octave. "No, I don't." I deadpanned. "Is it because of that fiancée of yours?" I concealed my ire as I stared at her, "That fiancée of my mine has a name." She scoffed as she moved closer to grab at my suit lapels, "You know just because you're engaged to a nobody like her doesn't mean you have to be faithful to her. You are too sophisticated for her, why wo-"

“I need you to help me build connections.” Sebastian’s brow shot up at her request. When she had mentioned she had a condition, he had been quite sure she wanted to ask for money. It was all the women around him seemed to want anyways. Money to fund their extraordinary urges for mundane expensive things. The woman before him seemed to surprise him at every turn. First, she had been brave enough to shove her number into hands, with no games involved. Then she had unwittingly declared herself as his fiancée to Natasha. Not that he was complaining about that anymore, considering that made Natasha back off a bit from him. And now? Now she was looking to gain something permanent, something quite

"For what?" "For not being able to finish this. For having a past Drake could weaponize. For letting everyone who trusted us to stop him down." She was quiet for a moment. Then she took my face in her hands and made me look at her. "You didn't let anyone down. Drake is a predator who spent six months planning how to destroy you. That's on him, not you." "Doesn't change the outcome." "No," she agreed. "It doesn't." We stayed like that, holding each other in the dark, both knowing tomorrow would bring surrender.

Before I could process this unexpected intensity, he pushed open the door to the private dining room, where an elegant woman with Damien's striking bone structure and penetrating gaze waited, her frail frame belying the strength in her eyes. Sophia Salvatore looked up, her gaze immediately finding the ring on my finger. Her expression revealed nothing as she assessed the woman claiming to be her son's future wife. "Mother." Damien said, his voice warmer than I ever heard it before. "This is Angelina Winters. My fiancée." Sophia's eyes met mine, searching, probing, as if she could extract the truth through sheer force of will. "So," she said finally, her accented voice soft but clear, "you're

He took one step toward me. “You are coming with me, Elara. Not as my assistant. But as my weapon. My control.” “I am not your weapon,” I whispered. Rian’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile. “You are exactly my weapon. Your human scent calms my inner beast. Your mind manages my empire. Your proximity keeps me from shifting. You are the perfect disguise. You are the Anchor that makes the Abyss tolerable. Now, get the Q4 projections. We leave at midnight.”

This time, faster than the first time. Prey. The predators in him stretched satisfyingly as he recognized prey. She holds his diamond ring, he is sure of it. Why won't she want to give it back? Doesn't matter. As far as it's in her possession, he will get it from her. If she wants to be chased, he will do so too. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating to a predator. His mate is about to find out what it feels like to be prey to a dangerous alpha predator.

I thought and smirked at my mother who seemed to want to chat more. “Tell me what they are like. Are you happy? Are they treating you well?” my mother curiously asked. I wish I could tell her, I wish I could tell her how scared and troubled I was, I wish I could tell them I met a human werewolf who has a pack and needs me to stand as his wife for three months, I wish I could tell her that everything was a facade, nothing was real,

“How dare you despise me like this.” “Since in my world, you belong to a clan I am destined to loath until the last days of my life,” I answered rashly, not breaking the eye contact with his. “And if I really am your mate, I can try to stick with you. A prey and predator relationship it will be, or maybe a symbiotic one. We only stick together for mutual benefits perhaps. By the way, your blood tastes sweeter than the others. If you don’t mind, may I?” “Tch, what a vicious vixen.”