Novels by eniolaolusesi814

Peter's POV The bottle was empty. I turned it upside down over my mouth and waited, but nothing came out except a single, warm drop that landed on my tongue and dissolved immediately. I set it down on the counter and stared at it for a moment, then I laughed. The room had taken on a pleasant, wobbly quality. The edges of things were soft and the floor felt unreliable beneath my feet, as if it was making small adjustments every few seconds just to keep me guessing. I stood up from the stool and the living room tilted ever so gingerly to the left, then corrected itself. I grabbed the edge of the counter and waited for everything to stop spinning. "The cunt is going to be so furious!" I murmured, then I grinned at the thought and pushed off the counter. In the quiet of the house, one very clear and very practical thought rose to the surface: I needed money. I needed money to get out of Tallahassee entirely, put enough distance between myself and the mess I'd made that I could star

Peter's POV Pensacola Street was quiet at this hour, which was the only thing going right for me tonight. I walked fast with my head down and my hood pulled up, my eyes cutting left and right every few steps. The last thing I needed was to run into anyone who knew my face, battered as it was. I was going to make August pay for that. I was going to make all of them pay, including the McNair bitches! The white sedan I was meant to meet was parked halfway down the block where I'd told her to wait, and the engine was off. I could see the shape of the woman behind the wheel through the glass. I knocked on the passenger window and waited. I heard the clicks of the locks from inside, and then I yanked the door open and dropped into the seat. "You're annoying, do you know that?" Linda Henderson yelled at me before I'd even pulled the door shut. "I have been sitting on this street for almost one hour, waiting for your tardy ass. I was two minutes away from driving off and never looking b

Samantha's POV It gave me some satisfaction that the cell that Russell was in was small and poorly lit. There was nothing but a single bulb overhead that cast everything in a dull yellow wash. Russell was sitting on the bench inside it with his back against the wall and his arms hanging loose over his knees. He'd stripped down to a white sleeveless undershirt and his jeans, and the shirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging to his chest and sides. He looked nothing like the terrifying man who had walked into my office and grabbed my throat. He looked tired and small and cornered. So very good. He looked up when we filed in, and his eyes moved over each of us slowly, taking stock. Dona got there first. She walked right up to the bars and folded her arms and looked at him the way one would look at something unpleasant they found on the bottom of their shoe. "Just so you know," she said pleasantly, "you're not getting your fifty thousand dollars anymore." Russell said nothing.

Samantha's POV I kept my eyes on the road and my phone propped against the dashboard where I could see Dona's location blinking on the screen. A small blue dot, moving. As long as it kept moving, she was alive, and I was going to keep telling myself that. "She's okay, Sammy," Marisol said from the passenger seat. "August is with her, and you know that boy will not let anything happen to her." "I know." I replied, even though my hands were still holding on to the wheel like a lifeline. "Then calm down. You're going to snap that steering wheel in half." Marisol urged me I loosened my grip a little and sighed. The road ahead was dark and long, and my headlights cleared a path through it in two pale beams. I had been driving for almost forty minutes now, chasing a blue dot across my phone screen like it was the only thing tethering me to sanity. And it was. "You should also be worried about your own daughter," I told Marisol. "Piper is out there too." "Of course I'm worried about m

Dona's POVAugust had filled us in on how he'd called the cops. But we had been sitting in the car for close to an hour now, and the police were nowhere in sight.I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel and stared out at the empty stretch of road ahead of us. The sun had dropped lower and the scrubland around us had gone from golden to a dull, dusty orange. August and Kade were standing outside near Russell, who was still on the ground where Kade had left him. I could hear their low voices through the shattered rear window but couldn't make out what they were saying."This is unbelievable," I muttered. "August called them almost an hour ago. Where are these people?"I was answered with silence, which was unusual for Piper.I turned around to look at my friend. She was sitting in the backseat with her knees pressed together and her hands folded in her lap, staring at nothing. She hadn't said a word since her breathing settled, which for Piper Ramirez was nothing short of alarm

Dona's POVAugust had filled us in on how he'd called the cops. But we had been sitting in the car for close to an hour now, and the police were nowhere in sight.I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel and stared out at the empty stretch of road ahead of us. The sun had dropped lower and the scrubland around us had gone from golden to a dull, dusty orange. August and Kade were standing outside near Russell, who was still on the ground where Kade had left him. I could hear their low voices through the shattered rear window but couldn't make out what they were saying."This is unbelievable," I muttered. "August called them almost an hour ago. Where are these people?"I was answered with silence, which was unusual for Piper.I turned around to look at my friend. She was sitting in the backseat with her knees pressed together and her hands folded in her lap, staring at nothing. She hadn't said a word since her breathing settled, which for Piper Ramirez was nothing short of alarm

Yara's POV I walked into Alpha Malachi's chambers with my head held high and my hands folded neatly in front of me. He was sitting in an armchair near the window, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers. The light streaming in from behind him made him look almost otherworldly, like some kind of dark god lounging on a throne. He looked up when I entered, his eyes tracking my every movement. "Ah, Yara. Come in." I stepped closer and stopped a few feet away from him. "You summoned me, Alpha." He took a slow sip of his wine, then set the goblet down on the small table beside him. "I did. We spoke about Yulia's punishment the other day, and I've been waiting to hear your thoughts. Have you come to a conclusion?" A cold smile spread across my lips. "I have, actually. I've given it quite a bit of thought." "And?" "I think she should be starved," I offered. "Not all at once, of course. That would be too quick and too merciful. No, she should be given just enough food and water to ke

Yara's POV The silk of Yulia's gown whispered against my skin as I walked through the corridors toward the kitchen. It was a deep emerald green; it used to make me stop and stare when I saw her wearing it. Now it was mine. Her entire wardrobe was mine, actually. Every dress and every delicate piece of jewelry she'd hoarded like a dragon guarding treasure. I ran my fingers along the fabric as I walked, feeling the smooth texture beneath my fingertips. It felt expensive. It felt powerful. It felt like everything I'd ever wanted. The kitchen was bustling when I stepped through the doorway. Steam rose from pots on the stove, and the smell of roasting meat filled the air. Slaves moved back and forth carrying trays and chopping vegetables, their heads down and their hands busy. But the moment I walked in, everything stopped. One by one, heads turned in my direction. Knives paused mid-chop and the entire room went silent as every single person stared at me. I enjoyed their shocked sta

Raven's POV "What are you doing here?" Liam's voice was hoarse and strained as his eyes darted between me and the men standing behind me. "And why are there so many people with you?" "We're here to rescue you from Ramsey," I replied, stepping closer to him. "We're getting you out of here." His face twisted in confusion and he opened his mouth to ask another question, but Leo stepped forward before he could speak. "I don't mean to interrupt, but we're really out of time." One of the other men nodded immediately. "The guards caught the decoy team. We need to move now." I listened closely, straining to hear what was happening above us. I heard the faint sound of battle echoed through the stone walls. Growls, snarls and the snap of teeth. I could smell blood, thick and cloying against my throat. People were getting hurt up there. Quickly, I turned back to Liam. "I know you're in a lot of pain, but we really have to go now. I'll answer all your questions later, I promise." Leo and

Raven's POV When the bell rang for the shift of guards, we were all in position. I lifted two fingers. The decoy unit peeled off immediately, moving north without a word. One of them gave me a look as he passed by. “Fifteen minutes,” he murmured. "We'll be done in fifteen minutes." “Make it count." I replied, and then they were gone. I turned the other way and started to move towards the tunnel, as the tunnel team fell in behind me. Twelve of us. We slipped through the east-side entrance one by one. The stone door that led into the tunnel was already cracked open from earlier, hidden behind a stack of unused crates. The moment I stepped inside, the air became cooler and damp, and I shivered instinctively. Someone behind me pulled the door closed again, slowly, until the light narrowed to a thin blade and then disappeared. “No talking, okay? We need to be as silent as possible” I said quietly, more out of habit than need. Everyone nodded anyway. We moved in pairs just like we

Raven's POV I was still awake when the sky started to pale. I hadn’t slept. Not really. I’d laid there, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths, listening to the pack house settle and creak, waiting for exhaustion to knock me out the way it usually did, but it never came. Every time my eyes closed, my thoughts jumped straight back to Jaxon in a cage somewhere I couldn’t reach yet, to Liam chained underground, to Ramsey sitting in my husband’s seat like he belonged there, and the fear kept my nerves buzzing. I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself, but I was terrified. Even though I already had a plan on what to do to rescue Liam, I was still terrified out of my mind. By the time I stepped out of the pack house, the world felt distant to me. The field was empty when I got there, damp with morning dew, and I just stood there for a moment with my arms loose at my sides, staring at the packed dirt around me. “Luna Raven.” The voice came from behind me, and when I turned, Leo w

Raven's POV Sleep eluded me on the night that Ramsey made that proposal to me. I just couldn't believe my ears, that a man would be so bold as to approach his brother's wife with such a topic. But then, knowing the precedence that he has set with Jaxon's first mate, it all made sense to me. At the crack of dawn, I was already up and dressed, heading towards the training field. If Ramsey and his mother and the Council of Elders were not going to give me what I wanted, then I would go to the warriors of Night Howler's Pack and demand it. The training field looked like a funeral when I walked in. Because it was still early morning, the grounds were half-empty. The weapons were clattering half-heartedly, warriors moving like they’d rather be anywhere else. Ramsey’s stink was all over it. I spotted a kid I used to train: Leo, who was still too skinny for his sword. He nearly dropped it when I called out. “Where is Jude?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “He is at border duty. Alpha Ramsey r