Lance Marley Novelas e Histórias

Men like Lance come here not only for perfection in their attire but for the assurance that what happens here will never slip into the outside world. The tailor himself, Marcel Leclair, is a man in his late fifties. He is compact, precise in movement, with a thin frame that seems designed for efficiency. His face is lined, not from weariness, but from years of intense concentration, his gray hair combed back neatly, his glasses sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose. Marcel has clothed men who ruled industries, politicians who shaped laws, and actors who dazzled the world. Yet, when Lance Vallerand walks through his door, Marcel treats him as though he is the pinnacle of his career. For Ma

The next evening Mar found Lance sitting alone outside the quarters, on the low concrete wall near the fence. He had a bottle in his hand but wasn’t really drinking, just turning it slowly between his fingers like he was thinking too hard. Mar walked over and stood in front of him for a moment before speaking. “We need to talk.” Lance groaned without looking up. “Why do you always say that like you’re about to arrest me?” “Because you keep doing things that will get you killed,” Mar replied calmly.

I'm already here and I'm still hoping to see Dominic here tonight. I ordered a few bottles of beer and by the time they arrive, I noticed that the guy singing in front of the stage is Lance Anderson of all people. He's one of the best players in my team. I can still remember when I supported his campaign for the presidency last year even if I don't give a shit about the student council and up until now I still can't believe that he won. That punk. He has changed a lot, though.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

Who could have kidnapped their daughter that way and even on the day of her wedding. "Oh! Look! He's on tux. I think they're getting married. Congratulations!" "Enough, Michaels! Get out!" Lance exclaimed in rage as he turned around. Christopher laughed even more. He could see that Lance was in the verge of exploding. When he glanced at the video closer, he was even more joyful. He was familiar with that stance. "Oh, you should start calling Madrigal your son-in-law!" "What?" Verga exclaimed in shocked. "Enough! Guard, get him out!" Lance yelled.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Lance growled, his teeth gritted with rage, unable to articulate anything further. "Here, big brother, have some wine," Maya offered, attempting to diffuse the tension as she extended a glass towards him. But before she could blink, he snatched the glass and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Well, there goes a good wine," I remarked dryly, relaxing in my seat to observe his display of anger. Lance had always struggled to contain his temper, a flaw that often landed him in trouble, yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes.

"I can't believe there was ever a time when she wasn't in my life." "Hey, take it easy. You're almost making me envious! I still need to complete the mating process, we've scheduled it for next month. I hope you can make it to the ceremony." "Lance, can I ask something personal? Wasn't that Marelva one of your girlfriends? What's she doing here in front of your mate? Man, this isn't going to end well," the Beta warned. Lance's expression turned serious as he stared into the distance and got up from the bench.