“My mother gave me that necklace for my 13(th) birthday. It was a long-held family heirloom. Centuries old.” I comment absently.Lionel smiles weakly at me. Not knowing the full truth but obviously sensing the direction my story is going. “That sounds special.”I dig my fingers into my legs. “It was
Lionel’s POVNan has not spoken to me since our last encounter.It is painful. She will not respond to me directly. She will not even look at me.I know…because I barely take my eyes off of her. I take in every sight of her like a man starved of substance. My wolf will not tolerate otherwise.If we
Vera jumps out of her chair. “I’ll do it now!” She strides to the makeshift study room.“Wait for me!” Patti cries out.I am quickly left behind. I smirk at their ‘sudden’ change of heart. Bribery is the fastest way to get the girls to listen.Is it the best parenting choice? Maybe not. But it works
Nan’s POVHe stares at me kindly.It destroys the last vestiges of my anger. A serenity has overtaken me. I smile sheepishly.His eyes visibly soften. It’s a bit difficult at that precise moment to understand how I held onto my anger for so long. Perhaps I would not have reacted so outlandishly had
Ancient clans would imbue certain objects with curses. Items of great value or those meant only for those within the clans. These curses responded only to the blood lines that created the curses.As the time of clans fell, so did those with the power range to create curses. Curse require a lot of po
Nan’s POVHis hands wipe away my stray tears.His large warm hands cup my face tenderly. He presses slow kisses there. He softly kisses the sharp points of my cheeks…the tip of my nose...my mouth….His lips are soft and cool against my flushed face. It is caring. It is sensual.And then he works his
I immediately turn my attention that way. Not liking the situation. My unhappiness expands when I realize the face I am looking at.I look into the face of my ex-boyfriend…David.I go to walk away. But he stops me. “Not so fast, bitch.”“Didn’t you swear I would never see your face again?” I spit ba
Third Person POVRage boiled his blood.David had everything going for him. He was handsome, charming, and on his way to the fast track in his career.He had been born to a moderately wealthy family. Enough money not to be considered middle class. But not enough status to be anywhere near the true c