Novel & Cerita Erica Hale

Hehe. “Oh, I see. You are one true mate who knows how to make your mates vomit the truth”, Caleb laughed while speaking. “Well, that I am. Now, tell me about Erica” I asked, as I was beyond curious about that girl now. “Erica belongs to our neighboring pack, Red Diamond. She is the Beta’s daughter. Riven and Erica met at one of the peace peacekeeping parties and they were instantly attracted to each other. Even though Riven was cold, Erica was always sweet. Too sweet for my taste though”, Caleb spoke. I felt like he was going to say ‘Eww’ just now.

Love Always, Haley’

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

A few minutes later he had found the page and was now scanning through for the correct years. "April 16th 44 AD at 12:09. Donatia," He said before pausing again. "April 18th 345 AD at 21:51. Mirus. April 17th 1733 at 9:17. Elizabeth," he added. "And April 17th 2007 at 11:36. Milly." "And you know that Milly was born around that eleven thirty?" I asked and Max nodded. "Then it's true. A descendant of Hecate born on the exact minute of the new moon during the Aries constellation has the powers of the Goddess of Witchcraft," I said.

*** The Harlow Group sent three people. Their lead representative was a woman named Patricia Hale, late fifties, grey-suited, with the particular economy of movement that came from decades of rooms exactly like this one. She shook hands without warmth or coldness, assessed the room in two seconds flat, sat down, and opened a folder. The two people flanking her said nothing and I did not expect them to. They were there to observe and confirm details, not to speak. Patricia Hale was the one who mattered.