Novel & Cerita Adrift Book

Author's POV Adrain couldn’t find peace—not even for a second. Sleep was a stranger now, and the silence of night had turned into a cruel tormentor. He paced like a man possessed, the soles of his shoes whispering across the hardwood floor, back and forth, again and again, as if movement alone could outrun the anguish tightening his chest. But the weight wouldn’t budge. It sat there—dense, cold, relentless. How could he rest when the only person who had ever made him feel whole—Matthew—was gone? Not dead. Not confirmed. Just... vanished. Like smoke into the wind.

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

Adryan is my HOME. THE END

Conri affirmed , a serious expression glued to him harder than expected. Speechless, I looked at the book in front of me, never in my life have I felt so left out and drawn in at the same time. It felt like I was drawing so deep into an ocean, an ocean wide enough to swallow me whole and grasp the last breath left in me. The words written on the book stared right at me. "The Chronicles Of The Fridolf pack" I muttered reading through the words as my fingers rubbed through the body written words on it. "Alright, I will go through it and see what becomes of my knowledge, I just hope that I get the best from this" I said pointing at the book.

Sighing in defeat, Hadrian ascertained that it might be the only solution to their problem. “I think we should get some rest. We will continue in the morning.” Magnus pronounced. Walking in an endless hallway was the last thing she ever imagined. Silhouettes appearing in the dark. Walls as tall as the skies. She couldn't see the end, but she believed that she would get there even if it had no end. Trudging through the dark and hugging herself, she breathed heavily when she felt the algid breeze blow past her, glazing her skin and moving threads of her hair behind her ears. Unanticipatedly, she saw a book glowing and floating in front of her. She tried to reach it but she couldn't, it just fl

Zara's pov The moonlight spilled into the library, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air. I sat at a heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of old books and scrolls Adrian had gathered for me. He thought immersing myself in the pack’s history might help me settle in, but the quiet only amplified the unease simmering in my chest. I flipped through a thick, leather-bound book with intricate silver filigree on its cover. The delicate craftsmanship caught my eye, but the words inside gripped my soul.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

On the photo from our trip to Lake Green, she had written, “I want to cling to Aussie for the rest of my life.” On the one where we watched the sunrise together, she wrote, “Aussie is way more handsome than the sunrise…” I gathered them all up. After a brief hesitation, I tossed them straight into the trash can. A little while later, the faint sound of a car echoed from downstairs. Because it had suddenly started raining, Sarah came home much earlier than usual. As the door pushed open, the distinct scent of Logan’s cologne wafted in. My hands didn’t stop moving as I folded the very last piece of clothing.

Suddenly freeing herself from the security guards, she pulled out a tiny glass bottle from her handbag that contained a dark brown liquid. My eyes widened—it was acid! It all happened so fast. As Susie laughed maniacally, and the crowd screamed in panic, she unscrewed the cap and splashed the acid at my face. I closed my eyes before I knew it, resigning myself to fate… However, the pain I expected never came, and I eventually noticed the broad chest right in front of me—all the acid had splashed all over Harry's back. Hiss! "Ugh!" He groaned in pain, as the acid burned through the fabric of his clothes audibly, and the pungent scent of charred flesh swirled in the air.