Thomas Stanley Holland Novels & Stories

I can’t understand what Tate felt when he felt the bond, between his mate and his pack members, cut off. Driving back home, I couldn’t stop thinking what I would have done if that happened to my pack, to Justin. We need to find these bastards and put this madness to an end, once and for all. “What happened?” Kylian asks. “We don’t know. We were just talking about the research lab and the scientists, the next second he renounced his title and declared himself a rogue.” Oliver explains. “And you didn’t do anything to stop him?” Kylian asks. “Excuse me?” What would he have expected me to do?

And Ivan was more than ready to uncover every hidden piece. Ivan leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and trying to piece together the tangled web that was forming around Neil Holland. The threads were too loose, the connections too unclear. Nothing was adding up. Neil Holland, he thought with a grim frown. The man was, by all appearances, a reputable businessman—the head of the Holland Empire, a global network of hospitals and medical ventures. The Holland family’s pristine image was reinforced by these hospitals, trusted worldwide, a network Neil carefully maintained. Yet, Neil’s constant presence at Suegra State, his sudden moves and unexplained alliances, painted a picture of a man

Katerina smiled, nodding at her husband, loving the name they chose. “Elijah, or in other words, his Russian name Ilya” Alpha Nathan said “Ilya Dimitri Kozlov” Alpha Dimitri’s head shot up at his son, hearing his name as his grandson’s middle name. Alpha Nathan noticed his mother’s eyes drop to the ground, knowing well enough that her son was still upset with her; however, he was sure not to disrespect the woman in any way possible. “You’re being serious?” Alpha Dimitri asked and Alpha Nathan nodded, smiling at him.

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

After knowing his past from Harmony, I can’t even blame that bastard. Our friendship might be ruined beyond repair, but for Kathryn’s sake, I am willing to cooperate with him. “Don’t get too attached to Isleen. You might not be able to take the separation well,” Harmony had said when I had first bought her a doll house which she had been whining about to her mother. Kathryn had been disappointed, but she hadn’t protested. Harmony, however, had looked right through me. She always knew, always has known the way my mind works.

“Of course. You don’t need to ask me.” Jacob was a few steps away to leave the balcony and walked back to the hospital when Harold called him. “Jefferson?” “Yeah?” “I think you should know about this.” “What?” “Stanley Harding, a leader in your syndicate, is a traitor.” Jacob halted his steps and turned his body to face Harold. “What do you say?” “He’s your safety and killing team leader, right?” “So?” Jacob raised his eyebrow. “I guess you asked him to come when you were attacked today?”

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.