Addison Cain Books Novels & Stories

Look at the blood. Samantha’s vision turned red. She didn't wait for Dominic to break the door. She threw her entire soul into a single, kinetic blast of violet fire. The door didn't just open; it was erased. They burst into the circular chamber. The scene was etched into Samantha’s mind with the clarity of a lightning strike. The massive stone dais. The book bound in shimmering leather. The flickering, oily torches. And there was Ava. Her daughter looked so small, sitting on the edge of the stone, her eyes wide with a terror that broke Samantha’s heart into a million jagged pieces.

Lucy POV After the kidnapping incident of my son Austin, I decided to visit Cassandra inside the prison. My dreams are telling me to come and see her. I want to ask many questions and I am hoping that she could answer all of them. This sounds ridiculous but I want to help her even though she tried to steal my husband for one night and to get my child. I need to clarify something about us inside the prison. Something isn't right. I saw the pin in her hair same with Eloisa. I want to know how it happened that their things were so much alike.

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“My name is Rue Zaine. I was born eighteen summers ago. I love to read and draw and I work at the North rich library for the last two years now.” “You do like your job at the library?” She giggled and nodded. “I’m the treasurer and book collector there. Since I’m good with numbers and love to read, Ani believed that would be the best place for me. I follow whatever she tells me.” “And what do you do, Kailani? I hear you’re quite successful and have made a substantial living condition for yourself,” Edward asked, turning his gaze to me. I wasn’t in the discussion, but since the prince was as evil as they came, I knew he’d find his way to drag me in.

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.

This lady at her side couldn't be in her early forties who could get married and have a family and children, moving out of her late husband's property with that disabled boy she adopted without telling Sebastian, whom Catherina regarded as her son. "I regret that moment when I stopped fighting for my love and believed I could never be happy with him." That was what I thought. Madeline sneered inwardly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Catherina when a tear slipped down her cheek. "If only I had stayed, listening to my heart, I would have given him this life he had always longed for with so many children here playing in our home." To Madeline, Catherina married that dying man to get his

Reid was astonished that Canary and Sin are pretty badass in their own right. After a while Isaiah also joined in, complaining about Canary and Sin. Which made all of us laugh. Clearly, those two have frustrated the hell out of him. “Bro, maybe they have a crush on you.” Adrian said. “Crush, hell. Kaia and Sinclair are a pain in my ass.” He huffed. “Kaia and Sinclair?” Adrian said. I speak up, “Yeah, Kaia’s codename is Canary and Sinclair’s codename is Sin, short for her actual name.”

Another stretched far beyond the town, with several routes highlighted in different colors. My eyes drifted toward the filing cabinets lined neatly against the wall. It was Locked. Every single drawer. And I wasn’t surprised. Cain didn’t seem like the kind of man who trusted locks halfway. A bookshelf occupied another corner of the office. Unlike everything else, this one actually caught me off guard. There were books onRepair manuals, Military history, Business management. Mechanical engineering. Even a few old western novels. I blinked. Somehow…I hadn’t imagined Cain reading books. A small smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I really didn’t know him at all.

A set of black rim glasses slipped down her nose. Huh, I didn’t know she wears glasses. And now I’m getting a librarian fantasy I can only hope she’ll someday fulfill. “Cass, the brain-dead boy has arrived.” Mrs. Summers announced. Way to blow up my spot, Mrs. Summers. I was enjoying stealthy watching her studying without her knowing. Cassidy’s head lifted from the textbook open in her lap. Those emerald eyes looking bigger behind her glasses locked on me. Yes, I know creeper status reached.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t even get a hundred readers to care if my characters kissed. The call had barely ended when the air in the mansion shifted. Heavy footsteps, steady and deliberate, echoed down the hall like the prelude to a bad decision. I didn’t even need to look up; only one man in this house moved like that—Grayson Pittman. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was never here. He lived in airports, in glass towers, in boardrooms where people whispered his name like a threat. Lately, he and Caisen had joined forces, and from what Conrad let slip, it was chaos disguised as empire-building—alliances forged between people who would rather shoot each other than share a table, territories stitc