The Predator's Fiancée Novels & Stories

"Hunter, this is Adrian...my... "Fiancé." Adrian completed. I threw him a sharp look. Understanding dawned on Hunter's face. "I see." That is all Hunter said and he remained silent. *** Hunter This Adrian guy was a merman. A freakin' merman. With the way he was giving me dirty looks, if I didn't know any better, I could have easily pegged him as a bully and after that comment about him being her fiancé, I definitely thought that he was the bullying type. It didn't matter that he was her fiancé; Blue had made her choice loud and clear.

Thank the moon… she didn’t pull away this time. I wrapped my fingers around hers, firm and sure, then looked my mother dead in the eye. “She’s my fiancee.”

I reminisced about the happy times we spent together. We had been together for five years. During those five years, I did everything I could to treat her well. I never allowed her to suffer, even for a little bit. Despite that, what did that bring me in the end? All I received in return was my fiancée getting married to another man on the day of my father's funeral. I knew something was wrong the day Zack returned to the country. Helen did not come home that night. When she finally did, there were love bites on her.

I declined, but Carmeron waved him off with a “Bring it anyway.” “I’m telling you,” Carmeron continued, “you need to go somewhere with your wife. A weekend away. No calls. No nanny. Just the two of you.” “And leave Hailey?” I asked, raising my eyebrow in questioning. “She’ll survive,” he smirked. “She’s got your genes. That kid’s basically military-grade strong.” I chuckled despite myself. And then, like a shadow crashing into light, I saw him. Joey. Two tables down. Laughing. Surrounded by two other guys and a woman in a tight red dress who looked more bored than entertained. He hadn’t seen me. Not yet. But I saw him. And every muscle in my jaw locked into place.

Kylian's POV “They are friends! They met in college and got along great! Your brother isn’t interested in her beyond catching up. If she’s supposed to be a part of the family, wouldn’t it be wise to have them actually like each other?” she snapped. In my mind I wanted to say no but knew that was the wrong answer. “She’s my fiancée, soon to be my wife, and hopefully the mother of my child one day. I don’t care if she and Kieran get along. It isn’t like he and I spend a lot of time together.”

I walked out alone. There were three people waiting for me out there. Antonio Falcone, the heir to the rival family, was smiling like he meant every lie. Markus Taini, the "Consigliere" who poisoned me, was smug with confidence. Caterina Rossi, Leonardo's mother, was shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "What a shame, Vittoria," Antonio said, sliding a refrigerated briefcase toward me. "The antidote's inside. Sign the transfer papers, and you might live another year."

She took a step forward, but then she froze when she saw Franco's wife getting out of the passenger seat. Araceli felt a wave of jealousy and anger wash over her. She still couldn't believe that Franco was married, and that he had moved on with his life. She had always thought that there was still a spark between them, but now she realized that she had been wrong. She watched as Franco and his wife walked into the precinct, their arms linked. She felt a pang of sadness when her gaze met Franco's and looked at her coldly. He turned away as though he didn't know who she was.

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

“Are you trying to say I am having an affair?” “That isn’t an option, my darling,” Weylin snickered, taking a step back. He looked like a real devil who rose from the depths of hell. “If I find someone looking at you with slightest interest in you, I swear you’ll find their body 6 feet under the ground.” He gazed at her like a predator eyeing his prey. “I’m asking you what’s making you stay out in the middle of the night and that too without my men?”

To help my student, Stanley Johnson, win the chemistry competition, my fiancee, Yelena Quincy, replaces my experimental materials with a hazardous substance. She leaves me a note. "Hank, you've already won plenty of awards and honors. Stanley's mother only has a few days left, and this is his last chance to fulfill her dying wish. Just let him have this one. "Besides, you're Stanley's advisor. Helping your own student win the championship makes you look good, too. "Once he wins, I'll say yes to your marriage proposal right away, okay?" But she doesn't know that I no longer have a chance to marry her. The hazardous substance causes a massive explosion, and I burn to death along with the