Novelas y relatos de Viktor Hargreeves

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

There were always a few rows before Greta and Tom would be going. "I Beta Paul Gryffin, pledge my loyalty to the bloodstone pack and Alpha Erik Bloodstone." He started to cut his hand and allowed his blood to drip into a cup that had the blood of the animals they hunted last night in it. He brought it to his lips and shot it back. I could feel his link sever. He bowed his head and then stood behind his wife as she did the same.

I quickly put on a jacket and slipped out the back door. When I reached the warehouse, it looked just like I expected—run-down and industrial, perfect for secret meetings. Viktor stood there, leaning against an old metal container. He looked just like he had in the park: tall, thin, covered in tattoos hinting at a rough past. “Commissioner Hart’s daughter,” he said, his voice echoing in the empty space. “Brave. A bit foolish. But I admire your spirit.” “You wanted to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was racing.

"We finished this. I watched you solder these joints, Kira." "Someone shredded them," Kira whispered, her hands shaking as she pointed to the wall. "This wasn't an accident, this was deliberate." "A bit of a setback, I see," Hargrove said. His voice was like silk over a razor blade cutting through it. We spun around. Mr Harlan Hargrove stood there, looking far too comfortable for a man standing in a disaster zone. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his charcoal suit, looking entirely too calm. Beside him stood the supervisor, Miller, who wouldn't look any of us in the eye.

HER QUITE MONSTER BOOK 7 He’s spent twenty-eight years avoiding people. Callum Graves one of the most sought-after cybersecurity experts in the country, he prefers algorithms to conversations, computer screens to crowded rooms. They call him a loner but he dosen’t mind! People don’t seem to interest him, Women have never interested him either. Neither has love, lust or sex. But then he meets Vivienne Hart. She’s sassy, brilliant, beautiful but completely reckless. The woman talks too much, laughs too loudly, but somehow bulldozes her way into every corner of his carefully controlled life.

Blood of my blood, yet raised in the image of the man who had murdered my mother and tried to take my family. Liora’s voice echoed in my head from before I left: Trust your instincts, but don’t let the past blind you. We need this. Her kiss goodbye had been fierce, grounding. She was back at the mansion coordinating with the Krov alliance, Alora safely tucked away. Knowing they waited for me kept the Reaper leashed. Footsteps echoed from the rear entrance. I didn’t move. A tall figure emerged—mid-twenties, dark hair cropped short, sharp Volkov features that mirrored mine in the jawline and stormy eyes. Viktor.

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

He said, giving me his warning, letting me know that this was not something that he liked. I clenched my jaw, but nodded. I wasn’t afraid of Giovanni Lockhart, but I wasn’t an idiot either. The man wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He was ruthless, calculated, and the fact that he had even allowed Lysandra to remain here as long as she had was a miracle in itself. But now, he was coming. And I had a feeling things were about to get messy. *********************************************** The sound of tires crunching against the gravel outside the packhouse pulled me from my thoughts. I stood at the entrance, watching as the sleek black car rolled to a slow stop before the doors opened.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

When he reminisces about his late brother Daniel, it exposes his soft and emotional side. Gregory Stevens (Greg) Is the antagonist. He is the new kid on the block at Blackwood. From the beginning, there was friction between him and Erik. He often says things that appear to be perplexing for Erik’s comprehension and understanding. He is a bit of an outsider and a loner, not necessarily the ‘party type’, a heavy reader and is fanatical about computers and running. He has a heavy interest in computers and the dark realm of hacking. Erik gradually gravitates towards Gregory since there is a part of him that very strongly resembles that of his late brother Daniel. He has an overwhelming interest