Romans & histoires Absolute Dweller Novel

Elliot's unwavering loyalty and unwavering dedication to his sister fueled their determination, igniting a fire within their hearts. Together, they faced countless trials and tribulations, each hurdle a testament to their resilience and unwavering spirit. As battles raged on and the war escalated, Zelda and Elliot fought side by side, a formidable duo driven by love, loyalty, and the desire to secure a better future. Meanwhile, in the distant city of Jakarta, Dawn nurtured the baby with love and tenderness. She witnessed the child's growth, their laughter echoing through the corridors of their newfound home. Dawn's heart swelled with a sense of fulfillment, knowing that she had fulfilled her

And then as if it sensed that I've finally noticed it, it throbbed harder. What the hell? The more it throbbed, the more restless I felt. I wanted to stand up, to leave this room, this house, this– I know. I rubbed my hand on my face and inhaled a shakily breath. I fucking know. *** RAVENNA POV I stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan roll. I had sold Darius’ watches and had booked a room in a really shitty hotel in a human city, far, far from any wolf territories.

Not having anyone to talk to, especially other women, brought on more pain. The Walkers had been right the entire time. Humans and other species were not so different from werewolves. They had different appearances and characteristics, yet they all just longed to live peacefully alongside one another. -=- It has been a while since I began this story, and I appreciate that you have reached the end. Finding Home is my first werewolf story, so forgive me if it took time to write. I apologize for taking time to write the last remaining chapters, as life and work piled too high on my plate and I couldn’t write anything creative. Thank you again for reading this far, and I hope you liked the endin

Then, she brazenly stepped on the shattered pieces of the jade bracelet. “It’s just a stupid bracelet! Do you really think I care about it?!” Her voice dripped with disdain as she turned to the guards. “You’re just asking for it. Throw him in the basement!” I stared blankly at the ruined bracelet, my face emotionless as they dragged me away. The basement was dark and damp, and it only had one door leading out. A pair of bodyguards stood watch beside it, making escape impossible. Above me, a flickering fluorescent light cast harsh shadows across the cramped space. My only regret was never setting up any cell signal down here. I could not reach the outside world at all.

My body still thrummed from Azrael, but business called, and in this fortress, business was always laced with blood and ambition. Elder Darius’s private chambers were tucked in the elite tower — warded with tech and spells that parted for me like eager lovers. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a room straight out of a greedy wolf’s wet dream: plush leather couches piled with silk cushions, crystal decanters of infernal whiskey glowing on marble tables, and a massive window overlooking the snow-swept city skyline.

🌹Aurora 🌹 The cab’s interior was dimly lit by the city’s early morning glow, a soft amber haze that did little to warm the chill that had settled inside me. I sat silently in the back, my thoughts a tangled mess of dread, uncertainty, and an inescapable guilt. Every mile took me further away from the small apartment I still called home and closer to the world that Damien Sterling and my family had planned for me—a world of glittering wealth and cold obligation.

ARWYN I spent the entire night tossing and turning on the expansive queen-sized bed, a luxury I hadn't experienced in years. The room was a haven of opulence, filled with every conceivable comfort within arm's reach. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the ornate curtains, I rolled to the edge of the bed, greeted by the sight of two doves playfully chirping outside my window. Their carefree antics stirred a longing within me, a desire to escape this gilded cage and return to the familiar chaos of Wyrm.

For a brief moment, the noise around them faded. Then the celebration swallowed the silence again. People approached. Offering congratulations. Blessings. Stories. Laughter. Azerbel welcomed every one of them. Smiled. Thanked them. Listened. Yet the strange feeling remained. Small. Persistent. Like something was hiding just beyond the edge of this perfect day. Waiting. Dawin Ray didn't seem bothered by any of it. If anything, he was fascinated. His eyes tracked everything. The lights. The music. The people.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Fourteen dead days of waking up, choking down Maeve’s dark herbal sludge, working eight-hour shifts at the diner, and staring at a burner phone that hadn't buzzed once. It had been nearly two months now since I first stumbled into the neutral zone. It wasn't the safest place on the map, as the air smelled of grease and river mud, and half the locals carried knives in their boots, but it was my temporary escape, and it was a hell of a lot better than the gilded cage at the Ashbourne estate. "Abby, honey, you're gonna rub the yellow right off that table," Isaac called out from behind the register, counting down the register drawer. "Go home. It's past ten."