Zsadist entführt

Zsadist ist von einem Lesser entführt worden.Omega schaltee sich ein und quält Z. Seine Qual ist nicht körperlich sondern Seelischer natur. Zsadist bitte das er getöttet wird er hält diese qualen nicht mehr aus udn bricht zusammen......


Wird es den Brüdern gelingen Z wieder so aufzubauen das er sein Leben weietr leben will?

Was ist mit Nick passiert er macht jagd auf Jimmy !

Nick ist ein Mensch, der im selben Polizeirevier arbeitet wie Jonah. Er ist ein ehemaliger Kollege von Butch.

Nick kommt aus dem Urlaub ist verändert,hat kleine Visionen von Omega und weis das er herausfinden muss wo O´Neal ist.Seine beste Spur ist Jimmy der Undercover bei der Menschenpolizei eingeschleust wurde um sich um Jonah zukümmern.Nick weis das Jimmy ein Halb Symphath und Vampir ist aber er weis auch er muss es für sich behalten muss sonst wird er wieder unerträgliche Schmerzen haben,eher würde er sich selber umbringen und in die Hölle kommen.

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Es ist Valentinstaaaaaaaag

Es ist Valentinstag bei den Black Dagger - Vampires, deshalb hat sich unser lieber Admin2 überlegt, Herzchen im Forum regnen zu lassen. 

Wie feiern die Brüder mit ihren Shellans den 14.Februar? Wir dürfen gespannt sein...

Erste Auszüge aus Lover Reborn / © J.R Ward

She approached him slowly and unevenly and sat at the desk beside him. “I am so sorry.” When he seemed a bit surprised, she shrugged once again. “How can I not offer condolences in the face of your loss? In truth, after seeing you both together, I don’t think I shall ever forget how much you loved her.”

After a moment, he murmured hoarsely, “That makes two of us.”

Wrath’s eyes whipped around. “V. Shut your motherf**king face. Or you’re out in the hall.”

Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case, the Brother with the tattoos on his face and the perverted reputation and the hand of death did exactly what he was told. He shut the f**k up.

Which said volumes about Wrath. Did it not.

Tohr visit the first time his house after Wellsies death / © J.R Ward

After the shooting, the Brotherhood had taken the SUV and disposed of it, and Tohr didn't even want to know what had become of the thing.

Never had asked. Never would. The scent of both her perfume and her blood was too much for him to handle even in the hypothetical.

He shook his head as he stared at the closed door. You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument

happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

Heading around the side of the garage, he found the door he was looking for and had to force it open with his shoulder.

Shit . . . it still smelled the same: the dry breath of concrete and the sweet oil from the 'Vette and the lingering gas from the mower and the

Weedwacker. He flicked a switch. Christ, the place was like a museum of an era long, long ago; he recognized the objects from that kind of life, could

extrapolate their uses . . . but damned if they had a place in his existence now.

Focus.

He went over toward the house and found the stairwell to the second floor. The attic over the garage was fully finished and heated and filled with

an eclectic combination of trunks from the 1800s and wooden boxes from the twentieth century and plastic Rubbermaid containers from the twentyfirst.

He didn't actually look at what he'd come to get, but he got what it had

always been stored in and humped the old LV wardrobe down the stairs.

No dematerializing with it, though, damn it.

He was going to need a ride. Why hadn't he thought of that?

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the 1964 Sting Ray he'd rehabbed himself. He'd spent hours on the engine and the body, even during the day sometimes--which had made Wellsie mental.

Come on, honey, like the roof is going to blow off?

Tohr, I'm telling you, you're pushing it.

Mmm, how 'bout I push something else, too. . . .

He squeezed his eyes shut and wiped the memory away.

Going over to the car, he wondered if the key was was still in the . . .

Bingo.

He opened the driver's-side door and squeezed in behind the wheel...

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Cajah und Despare - ein neues Traumpaar?

Cajah und Despare treffen aufeinander und scheinen sofort Gefühle füreinander zu hegen. Doch Despare hat eine  schwere Vergangenheit...Wird es zum Happy End zwischen den beiden kommen?

Havers´ Beziehung zu Marissa

Butch hat sich um Marissas Willen mit Havers versöhnt. Sie waren auch schon zu dritt essen und sind auch schon tanzen gewesen. Bleibt der Frieden zwischen Havers und Butch bestehen? Oder wird es wieder zu kriseln beginnen?