Novels by Vivian Sage

Kahlan's povMy attention was still locked in on the corner he just turned even though he wasn't there anymore.Rude bastard. "Are you okay?" Freya said eyes and hands roaming my body in a panicked frenzy. "He didn't crush you or threaten you, or do anything to you right?" She asked, eyes still frantic."No.... but wait, who was that?" I asked, genuine curiosity getting the best of me despite the fact that my heart was still beating too loudly and my skin was burning from his touch "That's... That's Soren Blackstone... He's like the King of the School and well... an Alpha." Freya said."Alpha as in .... werewolf?" "Not just any werewolf, his father runs the werewolf clan. They're basically a big deal. Like the Alpha of all Alphas."So he's a large dog explains why he's such a brute."But you look awfully flushed and why are your cheeks so red? Are you sure you're okay?"I huffed then I threw back the question."What about you? How can you just let someone bully you like that?" I

Kahlan's POV I still had Aunt Mae's tea in my stomach when Derek, daddy-dearest, drove through the academy gates. The moment I passed through those gates, it felt like my reality was altered. The lore of Ravenside did not announce itself with banners, a red carpet, or a trumpet, no. Rather, it let its structure do the talking. "Impressed?" Derek asked, smoothening his coat in the ways of a gentleman. "Mmn," I glanced at the iron gates that looked like it had beasts carved into them. "Not bad for a school practically in the middle of nowhere." "We're not in the middle of nowhere." He tapped on the car door and it automatically slid open. He then stepped out and gestured for me to alight. “Then what is the name of this place, specifically?” "Why?" He chuckled. "You plan to run away sometime soon?" "Even if I did, Aunt Mae would most likely bring me back." He turned back for a split second and snapped his fingers, the film-like barrier behind us immediately sealed itsel

Kahlan's POV "You came for me? I don't understand." The figure glanced around before pulling down its hood. It was a he, a man, not a lanky kid like I had expected. "What? You had assumed me to be a friend of the dead boy?" I sighed. Somewhat, yes. But he looked well in his thirties, cut from a refined gait even in his hoodie, with his hair far too smooth for someone who ran that fast. "If you aren't one of Callahan's tow-buds, then who exactly are you?" He moved closer, a small smile stretching his lips. “My name is Derek,” he said finally. The woods around us rustled with the wind, he didn’t look winded from the chase, at all. If anything, he looked like he had all the time in the world, like I was the one who had just been caught. “And why the hell are you following me, Derek?” I asked, my fists shoved deep into the pockets of my hoodie, fingers pressing against the gloves, I could feel my blood boil literally. His gaze deviated to my hands. “You don't kno

Kahlan's POV I'm getting fucked tonight, and it was going to be my high school crush, Callahan Ortiz. I've liked him since my first day here. Four years of praying he’d notice me, four years of stolen glances and pretending to drop things near his locker just for a glimpse of his smirk. Now, he finally saw me. Or at least, he pretended to. And I was finally doing it. Right before summer break. Right before I turned eighteen… in less than five minutes. Focus, Kahlan. My mind was a mess, spinning in circles as his mouth latched onto my neck. It was wet and sloppy, more pressure than pleasure, but I tried not to think about it. His hands roamed my body too quickly, not savoring a moment like I would have preferred. One hand cupped my breast. The touch suddenly felt wrong. Was this how foreplay was supposed to feel? I let out a gasp, but it sounded more like I was struggling to keep up with something I didn’t want. Then the church bell rang in the distance… midnight. My birthday.