Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

“And I was stupid enough to fall for some of my father’s manipulative traps on Skylar. I should have known better.” “What traps are you talking about?” I pressed. He paused… then spoke very quietly. “Do you remember when he met Skylar for the first time at the family dinner?” Of course I did. “Yes.” “He gave her a bracelet,” Xavier said. “A beautiful one. A rare design.” “Yes… I remember it.” Xavier exhaled shakily. “That jewelry had a tracker inside.” “That… what?” I exclaimed in disbelief. Xavier nodded with regret. “Father put it there. A hidden tracker. One that could be monitored by him… and whoever he answered to.”

"Calm down, Mom. I just got here and you're forcing me to tell you." "Don't waste time. Tell me what happened?" Clara told her everything that happened this morning including her father's words. This made Luna very happy. After a dozen years of waiting, the opportunity she had been waiting for had finally come. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Luna immediately contacted her boyfriend -Daniel Brown, one of the mafia leaders in Los Angeles- to help her find Alex's whereabouts. Daniel immediately mobilized his men to find Alex. Luna had to make sure that her stepson would never return to the house, or if necessary he would be killed. Clara did not remain silent. She told Daniel's men the l

I added a warning, "So, be careful of whom you should trust, Pierce." Because I don't want you to end up like me.

He was more than ready to face this marriage, especially considering the revenge he would exact on Olivia afterward, making a sly smile linger on his face. Ignazio leisurely took a shower, not rushing despite his cousins urging him to do so. Nevertheless, even though this wedding would be a simple affair, Ignazio still wanted to look perfect. As he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was surprised to find Xaverio and Luca there, invading his private space and teasing him by whistling when they saw his watch collection. "What are you guys doing here?" Ignazio asked suspiciously. Luca shrugged. "Just making sure you're wearing the right clothes," he said, lifting a suit still wrapped in plasti

Before the sun had even crested the peaks of the Vale Hills, Lisa slipped away to a hidden tavern on the edge of the neutral territories. She carried a heavy satchel containing every scent-trail and record we had on Mark Whittaker. She was there to meet a rogue tracker named Zavier. He was the younger cousin of Xenophon, the lead smear-artist who had first tried to blackmail us.

She hated the disappointment before she could hide it. Theodore saw that too. Pain flashed behind his eyes. “Not because I don’t want to.” “Then why?” “Because tonight you learned my wife died pregnant with my child, and somehow you are still looking at me like I am a man instead of a crime scene.” His voice roughened. “I do not trust myself with that.” Violet’s anger softened at the edges. Not enough to forgive him. Enough to understand the shape of the wound. She closed her fist around the necklace.

The video captured every brutal second, every gunshot, every drop of blood that had shattered their world forever. Elara leaned closer, heart hammering as the footage revealed more than they had ever seen. The killers moved with practiced efficiency, but one detail stood out. A familiar tattoo on the wrist of the lead shooter. The same intricate design she had seen on Diego’s arm during their last confrontation. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, making her stomach twist violently. Jax’s grip on her thigh tightened painfully, his jaw locked so tight she thought it might crack.

Ash snapped back, “Happy for marrying the person you wanted to mate with, huh?” Arguing with my wolf was only going to traumatize me, and I tried to shake my sadness away. “Xander, you are lucky to have Zara as your wife. You should always take care of her. Treasure her. Trust me, she is the best. I have known her since…” I said happily. Xander's POV

She didn’t want Dominic to think he had any effect on her. “I read your request,” he said. “You stated that you needed Cyber-surveillance and private coverage.” Dominic didn’t raise up his head as he went through a file that was sitting on the table in front of him, probably the application request that the Widow’s Club had sent to him. “Yes,” she replied smoothly. “Since the accident… and the media fallout, I would like to protect the privacy I have left.” His gaze moved from the file to her face. “The death of Charles Holloway made many headlines.”

she explained. "What? You've got to be joking." "Nope. I'm dead serious. The money that they stole was being used to fund Violet's whore business." "Damn, Aiden must be devastated," "That's not all," Kat said as she looked at the glass of water in her hand. "We're going to need something stronger than water," she stated before standing and walking to the lounge area. She came back with a bottle of whiskey and another glass. She sat and poured the alcohol into the two glasses, and handed one to Taryn.