Too Late Colleen Hoover Novels & Stories

My frustration festered deeper. A few minutes later, Mira and Iris walked through the door. Since the bar has been so busy lately, all four of us had to work the night shift. “Mira. Iris. Has Corey given you your wages yet?” Daisy asked. “Nope,” Iris replied. “Same here,” said Mira. “Asshole. I’m sick of this.” Daisy muttered. “When he comes tonight, let’s confront his ass.” The three of us nodded in agreement. We weren’t going to let another man take advantage of us anymore.

The voice on the other end remained calm, unaffected by Kane’s outburst. “Alpha Kane, please calm down. This is the Werewolf City Patrol Unit. About an hour ago, we received a report of a strange scent coming from one of your rental dens. Upon inspection, we discovered a female corpse—based on the ID, the deceased is your former mate, Luna Kate. She’s been dead for three days. Neighbors reported she had been living there with a six-year-old pup, who is currently missing. If you know anything about the pup’s whereabouts, please contact us immediately. We also ask that you come in as soon as possible to give a formal statement.”

Alnos let out a smile and waves a goodbye, kicking off to the elevator. _____________ ∆Belham Corps ∆ It was impossible for him to look at those piles of files stocked on his desk all containing information about Emma Russell. Luca lifted up his head to the cringing door which opened forcefully. “What do you have?” “Avery Miller was four days late for her period after the raid. Congratulations, Alpha Luca, you are the father of her kids.”

After dropping Holly the pin to their wedding location, Andrei headed to Indigo, making a surprise stop, to Colleen's dismay. "What brings you by? I'm about to close shop." "So early?" Andrei frowned, checking the time on his Cartier. "It's Friday," Colleen retorted as she stepped aside and let him. "And?" "And some of us have lives, you know. I have a date with Mark." "I'm afraid you'll have to delay it for a wee bit. I need to check the books!"

] She held her phone up for everyone to see, so she appeared like the most loving sister. My mother, Grace Laith, pulled her close and said, "Winnie, you're so considerate even when you're only sixteen. Winona is 24 years old, but she's still spoiled and rotten. This is not your fault." 'Spoiled? Rotten?' I wondered. I laughed bitterly, but no one heard me. They did not remember that it was the day for me to receive the Global Medical Doctorate Award. It was given only once every two years. I chose to say nothing because it was also her birthday, and let them celebrate.

I said. He looked at me steadily. "I know you are Elena," he said. "I am not here to present the case again. The investigation has returned results that I want you to know about." I waited. "The hospital records," he said. "From the facility on the airport road. There was an admission the night of the crash. An unidentified woman, presented by a third party, admitted under the name Aria Vale, a name with no prior documentation that my team could find existing anywhere before that admission date." He kept his voice level, factual, not pressing the emotion of it. "The person who arranged the admission, who provided the name and signed the initial paperwork, was Julian Hale."

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

Her legs went weak, but she still forced herself to move, stumbling back to her car and speeding toward the crematorium. "No way… This can't be true… The person I dissected was really Jay? Why didn't anyone tell me?" At a red light, she called the hospital director to confirm. Her hands shook as she waited, hoping he would deny it. But he didn't. "Yes, Jay Willis. He's the son the wealthy family recently taken back, right? Why are you suddenly asking about…" She hung up before he could finish. She ran four red lights, but she was still too late.

Unfortunately, I couldn't check it immediately. Five minutes later, after dismissing the meeting, I finally pulled out my phone. The moment I looked at the screen, I saw it. An email from Blacko. My eyes narrowed. Blacko rarely contacted me unless he had something important. I opened the email. “Hey, you wanna see this.” Attached beneath the message were over twenty photographs. Under the photos, he had added another caption. “This was what your wife, Claire, was doing while claiming she was crippled. I am sorry, man.”

First Isabella, now this vintage, aged-to-perfection stepmom blend. She could feel the tension coiling in Carter beside her—a cold, dangerous fury held in check only by the fact that the target was a woman currently staging an award-winning melodrama. "Sir," Claire whispered, leaning slightly toward him. "Need a hand?" He glanced down, startled by the interruption. She gave him a quick, conspiratorial wink. Employee of the month, right here. She hadn't forgotten her cover: Carter Thorne's devoted, doting girlfriend. Time to earn her fictional keep.