Acotar Rhysand Pov Book Novels & Stories

His hand slammed into my wrist. Pain shot through my arm. My knife flew from my grasp. The next blow hit my ribs. The world tilted. I crashed into the wall hard enough to see stars. I tried to stand. Tried to fight. But exhaustion was finally catching up to me. Then I glanced toward Mel. Just for a second. The mistake cost me. The stranger closed the distance instantly. His hand locked around my arm. And the bond exploded. Atlas. The sensation hit me like lightning. Rage.

** Hi, this is your author. Thank you so much for reading Clara and Rodrick’s story. I hope you fell in love with them, too. Clara was never an antagonist and Rodrick was never a crazy fucker lol In case some of you still don’t know, this is a second book. The first one is in my profile and it’s called ‘Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha’ The next in this universe is going to be Andrew and Alessandro’s love story. I’ll start uploading their chapters tomorrow. Since it’s finished already I’ll probably upload two chapters a day

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

The Frost name is not one you want to fuck with. I sighed, shaking my head, slipping my arm around Cassidy. She’d been frozen since Brant basically implied he would go rape Riko. And I can’t blame her. This guy was an over-the-top asshole that needs to be brought down many notches. “Let’s go, Red. Just remember to keep breathing. Ben’s right. He’s not worth it.” I whispered as I could feel her on a cusp of an attack. “Oh, picking up my sloppy seconds, Collin? I should have figured. Only you would want damaged goods like her.” Brant scoffed as we started to walk past.

Chapter 4 Rain Draven's point of view Twenty-seven floorboards from wall to window. I count them again, my boots silent against the ancient oak that's witnessed centuries of dragon councils. The runic candles cast long shadows that dance across the leather-bound tomes on our desk, their flames responding to my agitation with subtle flares. My dragon claws at my insides, demanding action when restraint is our only option. I turn at the window, catching Riku's amused gaze as he lounges in his chair like this is all some cosmic joke rather than the crisis it truly is.

Adrian’s POV She looked into my eyes emotionally and asked “I know I smelled like a rogue the first time you saw me in the forest. But….do I still smell like one till now?” “That stupid Sophia woman!” Snarled Lennox in my head darkly. I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear gently and looked her intensely in the eyes as I said truthfully “You never smelled like a rogue to me, Rhea. Do you know that the second I portaled into the forest that night, I smelled the most intoxicating smell I’ve ever smelt in my life. My wolf went crazy with how alluring your scent was, and it still is. Your scent is an addiction I would never recover from, Rhea. Believe me, there is no whiff of a rogue

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

He was in danger because of me. ******* Zyros’s POV I couldn't get her out of my head. Her face when I slammed my hand against the wall. The way her lips parted but no words came out. The bond pulled so hard, I almost gave in. I told myself I could stay in control, that I could ignore it, but I was lying. That night, when everyone had gone to bed, into the library. The shelves, though filled with dust, had records and stories of wolves before me. I searched until I found the scrolls on fated mates.

I should behave. *** The hood was finally pulled off, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden light. When I opened them again, my vision slowly cleared. The first thing I saw was a staircase. The second was a man. He stood at the top of the stairs as he belonged there, like everything beneath him was his by right. Dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead. His eyes were even darker from where I stood. Tattoos curled up the side of his neck and disappeared beneath the open collar of his black shirt.