Novelas y relatos de Venetia Heyer

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

she grumbled. Vanessa exchanged glances with me and we burst into laughter while Brooke grumbled some more. "Sorry Brooke. It's not my fault they look nice," I said between laughs. "Well, Brooke isn't completely wrong," Vanny put in. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Let me explain," Brooke said. "Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the security guy, the gardener and the cleaner but they both look good though the gateman looks like he could have a family. Your cook, what did you say her name is again? Your cook is very lovely. In fact, she's beautiful and also looks like a married woman. If her husband is as fine as she is, then her children must be drop dead gorgeous."

Does he eat steroids for breakfast? “You wanted to see me, Alpha?” Mei says in a sweet voice as the giant closes the door behind them. “Thank you for coming. Mei, this is Valeria, a venatrix who has come to ask for your help,” she says with a kind smile. Mei blinks in surprise, “Me?” She squeaks, then her brows furrow in confusion, “But I thought you said venatrixes were hunters,” she says, cocking her head in confusion. I wince. My past is really coming back to bite me. If my fucked up upbringing gets Izzy killed, I’ll just go shoot myself right now.

I should have known better than to trust his shifting personalities. "What's up with him all of a sudden?" I grunt as I march through the corridors within heavy footsteps. "He only tend to use me anytime when necessary." "You shouldn't think like that, my lady." Hyde, of course, defends the name of his Alpha. "The Alpha only does what's best for you." "And what best will that be, huh, Hyde?" "You won't understand." "That's because none of you ever tried!" I yelled out of frustration. "And what the hell is up with seven years ago anyway?" The only thing I know was seven years ago was the date of our marriage.

Apart from no one recognizing him, Anderson Silva will interview him directly. Before Vincent entered the CEO's room, he turned to the secretary's room that Heather Meadow previously occupied. Heather is the woman who once stole Vincent's heart while working at Horus. Now, the woman was just a bubble that he no longer considered. Vincent continued his journey to the front of the CEO's room.

The woman rolled her eyes and then noticed me. She blinked. “Uh… is she…?” Her gaze flicked to Miriam, who ignored her completely, then to Sasha. “Yes,” Sasha said with a sigh. “This is Vena. She is the new housekeeper and the Alpha’s breeder” Her eyes widened. “Wait. The Alpha’s breeder?” I froze in discomfort. Miriam finally turned. “Elena!” “What?” Elena said. “No one told me that.” “Yes, we did,” Miriam replied calmly. “You just didn’t read all the messages in the group chat.”

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

That blurry picture he had of Summer was his wallpaper. "It's clearly her!" he said firmly. "Hey, who was that girl?" Terrence had only caught pieces of the incident and didn't really know who was involved. "Oh, if it isn't Mr. Dincht! What a coincidence! Were you here for some fun, too?" Someone recognized him. "I was. Who was that woman just now?" Terrence didn't recognize the other person at all. "You don't know? That was the sole heiress of the famous Hartford Group, the only daughter of the great actress Kristen Woods, Summer Hartford."

But as Anni happened to be around, Kyoline asked her to come here today since she always had gotten along with her. Before they could even start, Fidella—Pella's mother—ran in. And Kyoline smiled at her, so glad she made it today. Fidella also brought Ma Veneti with her. Ma Veneti was Fidella, Anni, and Vincent Danza's mother, as well as Pella's grandmother. Ma Veneti tottered in the boutique like she owned the place, wearing six-inch stilettos and a leopard-print fur coat. She was probably around seventy, but, of course, her hair was dyed a non-natural light auburn color, and she wore enormous hoop earrings.

As far as she was concerned, he deserved every bit of her insults and even worse. “I’ve been trying to reach Bella through calls, and she is not at home either. Do you by any chance know where she is?” Gerald inquired as his gaze stayed on her face. He looked like his whole life depended on her answer. Venita eyed him warily. “You’ve been scarce as well. No one seems to know anything about you except through the blogs with a special page dedicated to you and your whore mistress.” She had to top her degrading insult with a wicked smile.