Vic Knightly's POV Portland Brotherhood Clubhouse "WAKE UP, PROSPECT. We leave in twenty." The banging on my door had woken us up, and I looked over at the clock to see it was seven-thirty in the morning. We'd only had four hours of sleep, as the party had gone on well into the night. Spider Monkey had a lot of fun catching up with her old friends, while...
Alpha Rori King's POV Arrowhead Pack House I put down my phone as Chase was working on setting up the videoconference equipment in our office. "She agreed to sell us the property," I told my mate. "Good. We're going to need the room, and Spider won't be around to rebuild the home." "There's a partial bag of cash in the safe room. I said we would retr...
This story is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. I do not own any of the characters involved in the story and make no money for its writing. This story takes place in early 2019. Please enjoy! _________________________________ The audio blared out loudly as Alexa Bliss gawked earnestly at the backstage monitor, a sadistic smile sweeping across h...
Saturday dawns cloudy still and the pack wakes to normalcy, save for one thing - the Ross wolf that remained guarded and chained in the back building. Erich woke alone in his bed and found he missed the small warm soft presence that had been Madeline. He was going to have to petition the Tucker Alpha to bring her into Wyeth, even if only for a week or so....
This story is a continuation of the saga contained within several other books of mine. The recommended reading order is: Were Wars series: Behind the Lines of the Were War, Between the Were Wars, Beyond the Were War. This tells the story of the Johnson Pack and the Gila Pack, and introduces the El Paso Pack. It focuses on Renee. Stolen Birthright. This s...
The Garbage Prince Pt. 1 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Chapter 10 "Apple juice, or fruit punch with your lunch?" Mrs. Greene asked. "I can'...
A/N: This is the last chapter of How to Ride a Tikbalang. Thank you very much for reading it. Extra special thanks go to those who vote for it and favorite it. It has been quite the ride. I've added a glossary to the end of this chapter, so you can use that to check any terms I used throughout the entire story from Chapter 1 that may be unfamiliar to you....
Even through a veil of crooked limbs and leafy branches, it was clear to see that every single light in the house was on. Like a beacon on a desolate shore, it sprayed a glowing path through the haze of trees, guiding Lucien home. Three weeks had passed since he had savagely murdered Joelle and left her tattered remains in Delilah's capable hands. Though th...
The next morning she wakes up well before dawn, Quell still fast asleep. Her womanhood is still very tender, though the shooting pains of fire don't burn through her when she moves. She eases out of her mate's grasp, quietly getting herself ready for the day without the help of her handmaid. The towel from last night has dried blood on it; she grabs a fresh...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...