Novels by Lee_SHH

That's when I heard a little cry and when I looked up I saw my a little girl in Veronica's arms and she was smirking. I felt myself getting up from the floor. 'What is wrong with you?!' I yell but she just laughed. 'Oh my God you should've seen the look on your stupid face, God it was priceless you are so pathetic!' 'Please just let my baby go she is innocent please Veronica.' 'Oh so you and Chance you be a family a family I could've had if it wasn't for you.' 'Let her go and I'll be yours Veronica.' Chance says and Veronica just smiles. 'Chancey you mean it?' I then started looking around and I couldn't see Rodrigo anywhere where did he go. 'You mean it Chancey?' she says with hope in her eyes. 'Yes just let my daughter go Veronica.' 'Let her go?' 'This is our baby Chancey and you, her and I will be a family.' she says while rocking my baby, she was crying and

I tried to get up from bed but I felt an arm wrapped around me. I tried to unwrap the arm but he just tightened his hold. 'Mh Chance let go.' I say groaning but he just pulled me closer to him. He better fucking let go because if he doesn't I'm going to pee myself. 'Chance.' I warn then he sighs, his grip loosens but then he pulled me closer to him again. Before I could think of a snapy reply he let's go I shot him a glare but he just completely ignored me. I then ran to the bathroom and did my business, but before I decided to come out I did some thinking and I was beating myself up for it. I then went to the sink and splashed some water on my face then looked at the mirror why am I such a fool. But you enjoyed it idiot my inner self defends. No just because I had some steamy hot sex with him doesn't mean I enjoyed it, it was in the heat of the moment it doesn't mean anything I tired lying to myself. When I walk

I got a notification on my phone and that made me wake up. When I saw what it was I realized I had completely forgotten about my appointment with the doctor, I guess with what has been going on I lost complete track of time. I looked on the other side of the bed and realized that Chance was not on his side meaning he was already up I was grateful for that because I did not want to see him especially after last night. I sighed and got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom and took a short shower. After the shower I then went to the mirror and looked at myself well more like my stomach and it was getting bigger, I was also gaining weight I have never been one to let weight get into my head but with the rate I'm growing I'm starting to get worried. Then I thought about the two human beings that were growing inside me and I knew it was all worth it. I found Chance on his way out and I really wanted to avoid him at all costs but I had no

Currently I was just sitting on the bed watching Chance work and kept opening my mouth then closing it after I was indecisive. 'Just say what you want to say.' he says while not looking at me. 'Doesn't matter what I say it seems my opinion doesn't matter when it comes to you.' I huff crossing my arms showing him that I was really annoyed. 'I thought we already had this fucking discussion you are not going anywhere.' 'You can't keep me locked up in here like I'm some dog why don't you get that I don't want to be with you.' That's when he turned and his eyes locked with mine. 'We are going out tonight get ready.' he then stood up and I just stared at him mouth open. 'Excuse you! I am not going anywhere much less with you.' 'I thought you didn't want to say here and I wasn't asking.' he smirks and then leaves but then stopped at the door and said. 'I'm giving you 30 minutes and you bet

We went back to the house and everyone was just in silence, I saw Chance head upstairs so I decided to follow. He went into his room and I followed only to find him sitting on his bed with Emma's picture in his hand. 'Um Chance?' 'I know this is soon but I need to go back.' he knew what I was talking about because I saw his hands curl into fists. He then looked at we with narrowed eyes. 'You are not going anywhere.' 'I can't say here!' I couldn't risk my children's life this life is not for children. 'I don't care what you think you are saying here with me you are mine!' 'I am not yours Chance think of your children!.' 'I am thinking of them you think it's fucking safe to live all on your own, did you see how fucking easy it was for them to kidnap you are safer with me than on your own.' he says daring me to argue with what he said. 'I don't want to be here.' then suddenly he was facing me then

Zoe's POV: 'I'll take my risk.' Chance's father says alot of thoughts running through my head so this is it I thought. That's when I heard a gun shot but I was pushed out of the way. When I looked back at the person who shoved me I realized that is was Emma. 'No, no, no Emma!' ran to her that's when I heard another gunshot and I saw Chance's father fall to the ground with a gun shot in between his eyes. When I got to her blood was already seeping through her mouth, that's when I notice that she was shot on the stomach so I tried to apply pressure on the wound. 'Come on Emma say with me.' my eyes blurry because of the tears that were on the verge of falling. 'I-I Cha-chanc' I realized she was asking for Chance. 'Sh you don't have to talk Emma save your energy yeah?' I saw her starting to lose consciousness. 'Chance!' I yell for him and he immediately makes his way to us. 'Emma prince

**Logan's POV**The moment I stepped out of her apartment, the evening air did little to cool the fire in my veins. I needed to shake off the effect she had on me. **Isabella.** She was a distraction—a dangerous one. I hated the way she had gotten under my skin, but there was no denying it. This little game was getting more intense with each passing second. As I drove back to my place, I replayed the events of the evening. Her defiance, the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. That damn spark in her eyes that made me want to both crush her and protect her all at once. But I didn’t have time for this now.Danny was waiting when I arrived. My second-in-command was leaning against the wall near the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “You’re late, boss,” he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. His eyes darted toward me, reading my mood. "You good?"“Where is he?” I barked, ignoring his question. Danny nodded, understanding the s

The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow. Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the

Logan’s pulse hammered in his ears as he pinned her against the door, his large hands gripping Isabella’s arms tightly enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her. His lips crashed onto hers without thinking, the need to possess her overriding every rational thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—he wasn’t supposed to lose control. Not with her. But the moment her lips met his, every ounce of cold, calculated restraint shattered. She tasted like trouble and he hated it. Hated the way his body responded to her, hated the fire that ignited between them the second he touched her. He wasn’t the type of man to be moved by women, especially not someone like Isabella. "Get her out of your system," Logan’s mind growled. "This is just sexual frustration. It’s nothing more." But as his hand slipped up her thigh, gripping the soft skin under her dress, he felt her body tremble, not with desire but with fear. Panic. The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwea

The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr

Izzy stood at the bus stop, her eyes scanning the street, lost in thought about her conversation with Ron earlier. She had managed to avoid most of his questions about Logan, but she knew it wasn’t the end. Ron would pry more—it was in his nature. But the truth? She couldn't tell him that. Not about Logan being "D." Not about the threats. Not about what she'd seen Logan do.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, snapping her back to the present. The tinted window rolled down, and Logan’s sharp, dark eyes locked onto hers from the driver’s seat.“Get in,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Her pulse quickened, and she took a step back, shaking her head. "I’m walking."Logan’s gaze hardened, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with a dangerous kind of patience. “Isabella,” he said slowly,the way he said her name sent shivers down her spine"I’m not asking. If you don’t get in the car, I’ll make you. And I don’t think you want that."Her heart skipped a beat,

Izzy sat cross-legged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine while Ron lounged across from her, leaning against a pile of pillows. They had been hanging out for the better part of the afternoon, their usual banter filling the room with lighthearted chatter. But Ron was never one to miss an opportunity to dig into something that intrigued him.He glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Okay, spill it. How exactly do you know Logan? And don’t give me that ‘he just showed up’ nonsense.”Izzy felt her stomach flip, her fingers suddenly tightening on the edges of the magazine. She had been expecting this conversation—Ron was way too curious to just let it slide—but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. How could she explain any of it without revealing too much?She put the magazine down, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “We just kind of... crossed paths.”Ron sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Crossed paths? Izzy, that guy came running to yo

Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the sink as she splashed cold water on her face. She needed to clear her head, to process everything that had happened. The broken necklace, Rose's revelation, the unsettling feeling that something within her was changing—it was all too much. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.Suddenly, a scent wafted into the bathroom, cutting through her thoughts like a knife. It was a rich, intoxicating aroma, sweet and familiar—strawberries mingled with something deeper, muskier. Her heart skipped a beat, and her senses sharpened as the scent enveloped her.Mate. She sounds in her mind confused as to why she thought of saying that word.The word echoed in her mind, bringing with it a rush of emotions she couldn't comprehend. Her knees wobbled, and she gripped the sink tighter, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew that scent, had dreamed of it in restless nights, but it was stronger now, undeniable and

Andrea wandered through the bustling courtyard of the pack house, her thoughts preoccupied with the revelations of the past days. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. She absentmindedly fingered the necklace her father had given her, the one that seemed to hold so many unanswered questions. The necklace had always provided her with a sense of comfort and security, a connection to her past. As she rounded the corner, Andrea found herself face-to-face with Sandra and her entourage. Sandra, with her perfectly coiffed hair and cold, piercing eyes, regarded Andrea with thinly veiled disdain. The atmosphere grew tense, the air crackling with an undercurrent of hostility. Andrea had known Sandra's type well—privileged, entitled, and always ready to belittle others to make themselves feel superior. "Well, well, if it isn't the Luna," Sandra sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you doing here al

Andrea stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Logan's study, once a place of potential resolution, now felt like a trap of disappointment and betrayal. Jess's presence on his lap was a stark reminder of everything Andrea had hoped wasn't true.Logan's eyes darted from Andrea to Jess and back, his expression unreadable but guarded. He didn't move to disentangle himself from Jess's embrace, nor did he offer any explanation or apology for what Andrea had walked in on. His silence only deepened the wound in Andrea's heart.Jess, on the other hand, smirked knowingly at Andrea, as if relishing the discomfort she caused. "Looks like you caught us at a bad time," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Andrea clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I came here to talk to Logan," she said, her words tinged with bitterness. "But it seems he's busy."Logan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of guilt

Andrea stood in the dimly lit study of the main house, facing Logan with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment stretching taut as she awaited his answer."Why do you hate me so much, Logan?" Andrea's voice quivered slightly, betraying the emotions swirling within her. "What did I ever do to you?"Logan remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at her with intensity. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and Andrea could almost feel the turmoil churning beneath his stoic exterior."You don't know anything about your father, Andrea," Logan finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "You have no idea what he's done."Andrea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? My father is-was a good man. He would never hurt anyone."Logan's eyes flashed with anger, his restraint slipping slightly. "Your father is the reason I lost my parents," he gritted out, each word laced

Andrea woke with a start, the echo of the mysterious figure and the haunting voice still lingering in her mind. The forest clearing and the river seemed like a distant dream now, but the urgency to unravel the mysteries of her past remained. She needed answers, and she needed them soon.Slipping out of bed, Andrea dressed quickly, her mind racing with fragments of memories and unanswered questions. The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered.She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house.The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any me

Andrea lay in bed, her mind unable to find peace. The weight of the day’s revelations bore down on her, and exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep. Her dreams carried her back to a time she had long tried to forget—a time when a woman once visited their home.---The living room of Andrea’s childhood home was filled with the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace. She was no more than seven years old, playing with her dolls on the soft carpet while the aroma of her father’s cooking wafted from the kitchen. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, yet a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.Andrea’s father, Jonathan, stood by the window, his face a mask of concern. A woman named Evelyn, entered the room, her movements tense and her expression strained. Andrea, sensing the change in the atmosphere, looked up from her playthings, her young mind alert to the undercurrents of distress in the air.The woman came to her and picked her up.“You look so much like your gran

When I wake up I found myself in the couch wrapped around in blankets at least 3 of them I chuckled mom but then I ended up coughing instead of laughing and the cough made my head hurt alot on top of that my nose was very runny on one side and dry on the other urgh I hate when this happens.When I checked my phone I found like a dozen messages from an unknown number so I opened them."Where the fuck are you?""Got dammed Emma it's fucking pouring come back""ANSWER MY FUCKIN MESSAGES!!"Well you get the idea they go on insults and I'm being yelled at so I just left the person on read I knew it was Zach I really don't want to deal with him right now.My mom came downstairs and saw me and she had on the pity face on her and she decided that I would stay home today and can I just say I was glad I wouldn't have to face either Brittney or Zach.I

The next day when I woke up I was very excited I know I really shouldn't be but I can't help myself Zach has always been my best friend and as much as I hate to admit it I am secretly hoping that we could at least end up being friends after this assignment of course it will take time for me to fully heal from all the trauma he put me through.This time I made sure to wake up early so you know who wouldn't come and bang at my door so I showered got dressed and went downstairs.'Morning mum''Morning sweety'I sat at the table eating my breakfast but it was short lived because Lia came downstairs not bothering greeting mom or me not that I expected her to greet me in the first place.She just walked past us not sparing a single glance on either of us, this girl really has some serious moods wings. So I stood up gave my mom a kiss on her cheek and muttered bye. With the mood Lia was in I knew I w

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless.Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.Beep Beep Beep!!"Emma!!" I hear a shout then a bang at the door."Emma wake your ass up""Language young lady!" another voice says."Sorry mama""Emma wake up or we are going to be late""I'm awake" I say as I get up urgh I really don't want to go to school.I took a short shower then put on a pair of jeans and a white shirt with some black boots. Then dried my hair and I looked myself in the mirror I was a good size 14, I know I'm a l