3rd Degree Novel Novels & Stories

And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup. I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap. It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line. I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library. Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.

Present Day. It has been nearly three years since I set out on my new path, since I killed every single being in that stinking ice hole. I was merciless. I ripped them to shreds without hesitation or a second thought. Every man, every woman, and every child. They all suffered at the hands of my newfound courage and power. I imagine by the end of it I looked like some kind of demon. A small framed naked girl covered head to toe in blood. What a sight I was. When everyone was dead, I gathered together all the weapons, jewels, money, anything of value really, and filled an armoured car. Once that place was in my rear vision mirror, and I had officially escaped, I did exactly what I said I would

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

The silence, as our eyes shifted from her retreating figure back to the message, lasted for as long as it took Maya, looming unnoticed behind us, to formulate the perfect accent to the revelation occurring. “‘One plus one equals three’ . . . You are the third, then! We could only hope.”

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. A/N: This is the third and final installment of the Badboy trilogy. I want to thank everyone who supported the whole trilogy. And if you haven't read the first two books, you must. You can still read this third book without having read the first two installment and you'll still understand the book but if I were you, the story will be more cohesive if you have read the first two books.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020

Dear Readers and Beloved Co-Writers, I am thrilled to share some exciting news with all of you. Liam and Josephine are embarking on their own unique adventure, and their story is becoming so enthralling that it deserves its own book. Considering the depth and breadth of this tale, I've received wise counsel to give Book Three its own space. Now, before you start worrying, let me reassure you: the chapters you've already read will remain right here. You'll be able to seamlessly transition into the new book from where you left off.

Although if you look into your mate's eyes while they reject you, your heart feels like it is going to burst and kill you. After finishing the second movie I thought about reading the third book. I figured this one could only get better. Perhaps they will get more right. One thing wrong with the third book is that Jacob is supposed to be alpha because he is the decedent of some past alpha. If they were like real werewolves Jacob wouldn't be able to refuse to be alpha.