Zac Hanson Romane & Geschichten

Amelia’s POV Finally, it was the day of the competition. Zane and I had worked our butts off in the previous two days to prepare for today. We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition.

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

The Reverent strains. The Prime roars. Ethan howls in pure, feral rage as he lunges, teeth closing on the hound’s skull— The thing explodes into light. The blast hurls us apart. I slam into a tree hard enough to crack bark, vision going white as agony detonates through my body. I slide to the ground, barely conscious. Through ringing ears, I hear it. A new sound. Not howling. Not command. Silence. Heavy. Intentional.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

Hutton's POV Today was a sad one for me. I was just so angry after what I found out today in school. It was a painful one, and it hurt more to know clearly that there was just nothing I could do. Xander is just a devil reincarnated, a cold-hearted and ruthless boy who I wish I could kill. I badly wish I could slit his throat and hang him in the middle of the market. I hate him with all my heart and soul, but then it would only be in my heart. The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with.

Nothing suspicious here. "So, on this vacation, there was your self, your husband and Luca...." he said to me. "Luca Romano," he finished. "Correct." "And my cousin," I added knowing that he was probably already onto Max. "I'm going to need to get your cousin's name," he replied lifting up his pen. "Maximus Megestanis. Goes by Max." "And Luca. Does the name Romano D'Meretchi mean anything to you?" "...um...is he a pop star?"

“Yes, and just like I suspected, it was made up. Her real name is Ashley Grayson, she once lived in New York until the very day she left for Texas. And this day happened to be a day before she was credited by Mr Elsher, your father.” He stopped explaining and I raised my head to look at him because as he spoke, I followed what was in the envelope. “Why did you stop?” I furrowed my brows. “Because the next discovery isn’t easy to say, Alpha Kilhan.” He answered, and I kept my eyes glued to his face. “Go on. Say it. What the hell is it?” I could feel Khan, my wolf beginning to grow impatient. He gulped hard and nodded as he proceeded to talk.

The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will. I’m going to regret this tomorrow when I’m not only hung over but miserable with the shakes, clammy skin, and cold sweats. Fainting is a probability, so there’s that. I wonder if Carley will be my nurse. “I heard about tu novio. Le siento, Cinco,” Axe Zen says, standing beside our table. “If you need me to put you back together, come see me.” He winks and then reaches over to pat my head. His fingers briefly grip my hair.