If you're still with me, don't forget to like this author's note! I would love to know how many readers are still here! There are a few more updates left for Part 2. In a few days, I will be starting part 3. You all know I love to show different sides to every character. They may be a villain or disliked in someone else's book, but the hero and lovable character in theirs. There are always two sides to every story. Who would you prefer next? I'm leaning toward the strong mercenary Lycan Princess Charlotte and the cold bear shifter Damien. (It would be back before the first book, when they first met.) or the fun, loving, and goofy turned jaded werewolf Holden. Place your votes!!! If you want to see how I imagine them, check out my social media for images. Comment to vote.
Joselin's P.O.V. Traveling to a place where everyone let their ignorance run their fear was genius. I used to think one had to be a special kind of stupid to let that happen. Yet, as I sat back on the lounge chair on a deserted beach oasis in the human town, I enjoyed every second of it. Every ti
"You wore this bathing suit to torture me," Tobias smirked as he pulled back, his fingers pulling at the blue string of my bikini before letting it snap back against my skin. The fabric was minimal, barely covering my growing breasts, but it hadn't been my intention. It fit just fine before we left.
Natalie's P.O.V. "You're doing great, Lincoln! Keep it up!" I yelled, trying to encourage my son as he faced his opponent. Every kid had to go through it, the training, the placements, and the competitions. If he could win at least 3 out of his five rounds, he would move up to the next level train
Joselin was down on the mat, clapping as she stood next to the rest of her training class. She was beaming with pride, but I knew she was sad that Lincoln would leave her trainees. He was the last to fight, and I knew it was because he was the prince. He was the final event, and he did not disappoin
The Bear and The Beauty Chapter One: Charlie Charlie's P.O.V. I could hear them laughing from here. There were a hundred yards of thick trees between us, and I could still hear them laughing at me. The corner of my lips pulled up at the sound. Even if I was the butt of the joke, it felt amazing.
I rang out my top before climbing back up the river bank and laying it over the rocks to dry. I knew I would still go to bed with it at least damp and would have to hang it up around camp, but it was better than it crusting with mucus. My pants were next, and as I pulled them over my thighs with a g
As I broke the water's surface, I noticed he was now standing, and giddiness filled me at the prospect of him joining me. Perhaps he was as excited about finding me as I was about finding him. His pink lips were turned up in a smirk, and I couldn't tell if he was happy or if the look was because he
Charlie's P.O.V. I could feel him. His eyes were on me. The hairs on the back of my neck were raised, and goosebumps littered my skin, even as I warmed under the afternoon sun. It didn't seem to matter how fast I ran or where I turned; he was faster. It was like he didn't want to be found, and sin