Novels by sunshine68523071

ETHANI didn't believe in words like “woke up on the wrong side of the bed”—but today, it badly felt like I'd woken up in someone's nightmare. As I strode through the busy hallway, I kept hearing the same voice. Soft. Calm. Haunting. A deep promise that I wasn't alone. But it could have just been a dream, right? Due to the incident that occured yesterday, I'd thought I'd be the topic of discussion. But I wasn't. My name wasn't on everyone's lips, it felt like everyone had forgotten the golden boy with the purple hickey on his arm. Phones were out. Josiah's name was everywhere. It wasn't just a whisper, or a rumor, it was a fact, a truth, an evidence that something huge had befallen him. I didn't understand what the sudden buzz was about, but it suddenly made me bump into someone. A brunette. She had her palm on her shoulder, brows knitted in pain. “Are you okay?” She asked softly.I glanced over my shoulder, wondering if she was referring to someone else. But it doesn't look l

KILLANLast night, I allowed him to take over—Rhydian. The beast that lurked beneath the surface. The other part of me I tried to hide from him. It was chaotic. Pleasurable. Tempting. The control I'd always craved for, I felt it slipping through like my cum. I could barely hold it in, could barely keep it together. Sinking my back into my black couch, I surfed the internet, eyes feeding on the news I'd missed out on. Images of my brother, some tweets about my mother, and the pack—but a particular video caught my attention. A blue haired dick had a large grin plastered on his lips. One I badly wanted to rip off. Ethan sat there, cheeks flushed, his transparent tee dripping with brown coffee. He tried to avoid the camera, but a few students surrounded him, calling him all sorts of names, and when my eyes trailed towards the caption, my blood ran cold. ‘Golden boy is actually an old man's fuck toy.’ Hours ago, I'd asked Bernard to take Ethan home because I didn't want him to fre

ETHAN I woke up with a slight groan, sunlight bleeding through my lacy curtains. My whole body was so sore, it felt like I was run down by a truck. I didn't even remember how I got home last night. My pale green hoodie and black slacks framed my body, but I felt naked, revealed, violated. While I trailed my fingers over my lips, I could still taste him.Hear him. Feel his fingers dragging fire across my scalp. Fuck it. I peeled off the hoodie from my body, tossed the slacks away and stepped into the bathroom to have a shower. I avoided the mirrors.I didn't want to see the marks Killan gave me because I didn't want to accept the truth—that he was right. That I craved him as much as he craved me. That I couldn't get enough of his enormous cock buried in my mouth. Stepping out of the shower, I realized my phone kept buzzing. I didn't have to check to know who it was. Liam. He'd call that way each time I was close to missing an extremely important lecture. Professor Meadow's. St

KILLAN “Did you do this deliberately? Drag him here like a little prey begging to be spanked?” I crossed my arm, back leaning on the wall as I gazed at Bernard. He exhaled out loud, his fingers tightly wrapped around an antique vase. “You told me the seer had told you about having sixty days left.” His voice dropped lower. “Shouldn't you spend those days with someone you trust?” “Fifty eight days to be exact.” There was a bite to my voice as I recalled the bitch’s words. “I might be putting him in danger Bernard, you really don't understand.” “You're the Alpha, you're strong enough to protect him.” “I know, but—”“Alpha Alex, I think you deserve to be happy. You should be.” “We both know that happiness is just an illusion. It never lasts.” Bernard exhaled again.This time, he placed the vase on a small coffee table. His palm hovered over my shoulder blade before he slowly placed his palm on it. “Enjoy the tiny bit of happiness you have, and even though it doesn't last, you liv

ETHAN“You made the right decision, Ethan.” Liam's all knowing voice made me clench my fists. Tightening my grip on my phone, I inhaled a deep breath. “If I made the right decision, I need to understand why it hurts so much, you know? I can barely sleep without anticipating his return. It's….eating me up.” “Then do something else.” Liam suggested. He wasn't my best pal, but I'd told him everything between Killan and I. Our first meeting, our last meeting, the chaotic kisses that tied our hearts together. Everything apart from the dog part. Cleaning up the last table, I exhaled out loud. “Something else like what?” “Look, Ethan.” He paused, clearing his throat. “It's still a bit hard for me to process the fact that you're gay, but—” “I am bisexual.” I argued. “Yeah, tell that to my stomach. You can't kiss a girl for ten minutes straight without getting the urge to puke.” “That's so not true.” I laughed, setting the wipe in the trash can. “I..it's difficult to explain.” “Which

KILLANSilence—that was all I could hear. But the silence wasn't deafening, it was suffocating, a deep tug that kept reminding me of Ethan's absence. The last time we met was a few days ago, but I could still taste his lips on mine, feel the flavor, the sweetness, the overwhelming feeling it brought to my chest. Two days ago, I visited a bar. I fucked a blonde’s lips to exhaustion, made her throat ache and her eyes teary, but I kept seeing Ethan. A day before yesterday, I skipped school and went bowling. I won with each shot, it made it boring for me—the fact that I never lost—and what made it even worse was the fact that I tapped a stranger's shoulder because he had the same hair color as Ethan. Last night, it was a tug of war. I'd gotten his number—stolen it—by hacking Liam's phone, but I couldn't bring myself to type a single message. I'd type, erase, type. The never ending cycle made me punch the walls again and I ended up with a split, unhealed knuckle. Right now, I was sp