1984 Novels & Stories

“I’m here in search of my secretary. Evelyn Moore. I understand she’s in apartment forty-one.” “This apartment is for respectable women. No men are allowed.” The heavyset woman pointed at a large, poorly hand-lettered sign hanging on the wall above the mailboxes. Crooking her finger at Andrew in a come-here motion, she gestured at the front door, snapping loudly. “Get out.”

why do I keep getting myself into situations like this! Okay...calm down...okay. First, I need to analyse my surrounding. Almost immediately, my nostrils flared as the scent of mulberry spice filled the air. It was a dangerously familiar scent. Alpha Kenneth. I was just about to raise my head when he said "Oh good, the little bitch is up." Something huge struck the back of my head and once again, everything went black. ***************************************** *Unknown's POV*

I c-can't breathe a-anymore. ©SKIES AMBRIELLE Votes and comments are, highly appreciated! Thanks for reading!>.<

I love Aspen Xavier Mikealson. -Aspen- Four days had now turned into 14, still I had not left my mates side, I wanted to be there every second through her coma and I didn't want to leave her alone. Today was the day she was going to wake up, I know it. I can feel it. My big hand was intertwined with her small hand, her hand wasn't even small, it was my huge hand making hers look small. I squeezed her hand only for her to squeeze it back. I gasped in shock, and screamed for the doctors to come in still not leaving her side.

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.

Forever. -------------------------------------------END----------------------------------------------------------------------

Dimitri Ayda is a sweet, kind, and loving person. But confident Ayda is sexy as fuck. I couldn’t believe she told me to keep my eyes on hers or how fast she made me come. She had fallen asleep with a smile on her face, and I was thrilled when she didn’t have a nightmare. It was the first night without one since she arrived here.

Michael thought as much as he wants to go back haunting them is not the way to do it. "No dipshit YOUR body is dead your soul is still in between. Il just put you in a new body. Think of it as old sim card for a new mobile. Same contacts but new features. Your soul is the sim incase you didn't get that" Donn replied smartly. Michael thought to himself quietly before replying "what's the catch?" "Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much"

Applause thundered through the villa as I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as my heart was carved raw. He had already redeemed our token of love all along, just not for me. I stumbled out of the villa as my phone began to vibrate frantically in my palm. Wanda’s messages came one after another, each word like a knife. [I recognized you at the club that day. Zann Lima is mine, and so is the necklace. You’re nothing but a stray dog. [You might as well go die, Neve Steele.] My nails dug into my palm as I stared at the screen. The taste of blood filled my mouth.