Novels by Bookish Babe

Rowan waited for Sydney to reappear, the lump that settled in my stomach only grew as she finally returned. Her face was a mask of calm that I had seen her practice many times when she was about to make a situation seem better than it actually was. She forced a light little smile as she made it to me. “She isn’t up to coming back out to finish your conversation right now. She will be, just give her a moment to collect her thoughts.” The muscle in my jaw bounced as I fought to stay in my place. Every instinct inside of me screamed to ignore Sydney and go after Lisa myself. The bond pulled hard in my chest, sharp and demanding, like something inside of me was clawing toward her no matter how much logic tried to hold me back. I had spent my entire life trusting logic. Magic was unpredictable. People were unpredictable. Emotions made people reckless, weak, irrational. I learne

Lisa I finally made it through the crowd, bursting through the palace doors. Lucille paced in my head, torn between growling and sobbing and jumping back and forth faster than I could keep up. I was suddenly beyond nauseous. I bent over a plant, losing the little bit of food my stomach contained. I wiped my mouth, breathing hard as I finally let the dam break. Tears poured down my face. They continued burning like fire as they followed the same trail over and over. I covered my mouth, trying to mute the broken, inhuman sounds that were coming from me. A few people walked into the palace, their gaze landing on me cautiously before they hurried away like this was the moment I finally showed all of the darkness and destroyed everything. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, scooting a little farther away from the door, trying to shield myself from sight and lose it in peace without people looking at me like my despair would so

Rowan All of my muscles clenched as I tried to keep myself from following after her, as her small frame disappeared into the thick of the crowd. Sydney’s feet paused as she turned back towards me, realizing that Lisa didn’t want to be caught. Sydney turned back toward me, a familiar fire burning in her eyes as she marched toward me. I felt the wind stir, letting me know she was truly pissed. “Rowan, I swear to goddess, what did you do? I finally convince her to have a night off and just have fun, and you ruin it.” Sydney shouted as she made it to me, her hand flying out and connecting with the back of my head hard, lurching my neck forward. I rubbed the back of my head where her hand left a sting while a few witches nearby glanced over before quickly pretending not to watch. “What the hell, Syd? I didn’t do anything. Blame her goddess and ours for setting up a bond that is impossible. She’s my mate, though. Our mate bond was doomed the second it started. Witches don’t even h

Lisa The man took a step forward, the bond sending the electric sparks Lacey talked about without him even touching me. The power of it spread through me, begging me to take another step forward. “What’s your name, little wolf?” His voice rumbled through me, making me clench my thighs, and a small smirk spread over his perfectly plump lips, letting me know he seen that motion. Heat spread through my body and I rolled my eyes. Why was he acting like this was no big deal? It was the biggest fucking deal. It was catastrophic to my way of life and his, and it would cause more shit than I am willing to deal with. The coven, the pack, the council, none of them would appreciate this. If they even believed it, they would probably accuse me of making it up and trying to bear hybrid children to execute my dark intentions that the pack thought I had. I gritted my teeth and Lucille growled in my head. “Lisa, you had better fucking not. Do not fuck this up for us. He’s our fated. The god

Lisa The tables were more sparse towards the edge, the crowd thinned, most everyone pushing towards the front of the garden where Lacey stood hand in hand with Fin, trying to politely dislodge herself from the crowd. My eyes landed at the farthest table, only drinks spread across it. Just behind that stood the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, well over six foot. He had dark brown hair, the perfect mix of messy and styled, like he had run his hands through it many times but it still looked perfect. His shoulders were broad, his frame solid, the kind of build that made it obvious he could hold his own without even trying. He had tanned, almost golden skin, covered in intricate black ink designs that I couldn’t pull my eyes away from. The markings wrapped around his arms, disappearing beneath his sleeves, curling up toward his collarbone. They weren’t random, I could feel that much even from here. As my eyes slowly trailed up his body to his face, they con

Lisa Power cracked through the air, the kind the coven carried no matter if they tried. All those witches in one place was impossible to ignore. The hair on my arm stood at attention, the sweet scent of citrusy pine filling my nose and making Lucille stir. She was immediately alert in my mind as she searched the crowd for where the scent had come from. The coven poured in, blending in with the thousands of wolves as my eyes bounced between everyone in the crowd. But I couldn’t pinpoint where the smell was coming from with everyone so close together and all the scents mingling. Lucille yipped inside my mind, her excitement hard to contain in this moment, making my hands shake slightly. Lacey began to speak, starting the party off. She spoke of the peaceful period we had entered. She spoke of our plans to counter rebel attacks and our plans to show them the council ruling is to help them and not control them. I couldn’t focus on her words. I couldn’t sit still in my chair ei