Their heads were wrapped in ski masks. They carried various tools – hammer, wrench, iron rod, mallet, gun. Ellen stared, as did everyone else in the restaurant. The guy carrying the gun stepped in, as did the others. Little screams erupted among the...
He took in his surroundings. He was on the cold stone floor in what was obviously the north tower of the Enclave. The towers were specifically built to contain werebears and other enhanced were-folk, which might or might not be prisoners of the clan. The towers’ walls were very sturdy, and he was...
There was a 24-hour private car service you could call, and Kendra was as connected to the world as any alpha werewolf male could ever be – albeit secretly so. “Remember, email me if you’re not sure of anything,” Violet said, hugging her newfound friend. ...
Between work and making their new house a home, it is all she can do not to collapse into bed, exhausted, every night. Using her gifts makes her more tired than usual, but it is a good kind of fatigue – akin to exercise. To not use them would be to keep them bottled up inside her so that she beco...
Well, maybe not so little. She wore a little black dress which showed her impressive cleavage to good effect. It was cold, and so she had to top it off with a jacket. Her stockings were sheer and black and she tottered around in very high black heels. She attracted a lot of attention too, waiting...
The message alert on his computer went ‘Ping!’ He opened his eyes to complete darkness. How long had he been asleep? Something felt . . . off. He roused himself off the bed. “Adeline?” he called. He always maintained their adopted names just in case...
That is the first thing I see. A bird wheels against this sky, its black silhouette stark against the pale blue bowl. White clouds scud across, obscuring higher clouds which are like feathers far, far above. The ground beneath my body is hard. I blink several times, trying to gauge if this is a d...
Claire declares. “She had a lot of people who would like to see her dead.” A strange sensation crawls down Devon’s spine. He had issues with Rachel, but those were professional issues. He didn’t think anyone else would like to see her dead over any issues she had with them...
Does he not remember me? Does he know who I am? Does he not know who I am? These questions churned in her mind, like the plucked petals of a flower thrown into a wind of chance. And still, she didn’t move. How long had he been gone for? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? It was an eternity. Her thighs ...
the doctor said. “Fine.” “Any headaches, vomiting or the like?” “No.” “Did Kate take anything you didn’t?” Rust closed his eyes and buried his head in his hands. &nb...
A blinding white light knocked around her skull and finally melded with her brain, airy as a feather. She scarcely felt her face slam against the cobblestones. She was only aware of a wetness trickling from her scalp – or was it inside her scalp? My brain is bleeding. I’m going to die.Everything ...