After Cast Novels & Stories

He smiled widely at me before giving Cordelia a sheepish look. “Yeah… by the time I remembered about the cast, she was already in the tub, so I just kind of had to hope it was waterproof at that point!” Atlas says, and Cordelia chuckles before examining me. “Everything seems to be healed nicely! I suspect we can take the cast off your ankle tomorrow or the day after!” She says as she takes her leave. I stared at Atlas in surprise, having thought it would take at least another couple of days before we could even think about removing it.

"I will clean and dress the wound but you will have to take plenty of water to wash the silver out of your system" I nodded, Adam had told me this last night after my attack but I didn't listen to him. I guess am facing the consequences now. I laid down on the couch as he brought out his instrument and began his work on my exposed back. After putting the last plaster he packed up his instrument. " I am done" he confirmed and I sat up. " I should take my leave now" He left and I went to the kitchen to start the water therapy. I drank a glass of water and took another glass of water with me to the living room to continue the movie.

It's barely working. She stands for about 20 seconds, and then she decides to leave. Phew. He lowers his hand and we exchange a knowing look. He presses the time and place for us to return home. With that familiar zap, we're back in his bathroom—in the present. I hope. I exit first and open the door. Mystery solved. We're back in his messy room. I can finally take a breath. "That was—" "Fuckin awesome!," he exclaims. I beam, "The teams not over yet." I raise my palm to high five him.

He keeps touching his chest, checking for the hollow. Moira kneels. Collar smoking. Grinning. “Full,” she whispers. “I’m full. For the first time since the first root, I’m full.” Wrath has Alistair by the zip-ties. Alistair’s pissed himself. Can’t blame him. The Tree said Mine and the mountain said yes. Silas is out cold in the war room. Caiden watching him, knife loose in his hand. Just in case Null wakes up and wants round two.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Castellana smiled weakly, thanking him for his reassuring words. Meanwhile, Alpha Alaric was in his bedroom seeing the recording turn black with Calvin’s pissed off expression being the last thing he saw. It did not bother him as he was confident that there was no way for that guy to know it was him behind that stunt. The more important thing for the alpha was that he confirmed that Castellana was back in control of her body.

The city lights reflected in my eyes like flames. "I want Kieran to personally destroy everything he's so proud of." Garrett smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Consider it done." The next day, explosive news rocked the healing community. "Rebirth Healing Center," jointly founded by me, Phoebe Lynn, and Alpha Garrett, was officially established. The announcement hit every major werewolf news outlet simultaneously. Social media exploded with reactions. Pack leaders started calling their advisors. The healing world buzzed with excitement and speculation.

Alas, the surgery failed, and now, I've completely lost all the functions of my private parts! "Janet, I know you're under a lot of pressure to get promoted, but you can't just use me to boost your numbers. You've turned me into a eunuch forever! How are you going to make this right?!" The video had just been posted, and one could tell Frank was still groggy from the anesthesia and barely awake. Still, he was clearly impatient enough to get his statement that he had prepared out as soon as possible. Sure enough, it set off a huge uproar online, with vicious attacks pouring in.

I stared at the complicated equation I was supposed to solve, how the hell she expect me to get this? "Ms. I really don't think this is ulm... X is an alphabet" the laughter in the class was so loud. Yeah, I know but isn't it an alphabet? It's not like I'm ready to calculate any shit right now, the worse I'd get is a detention. "What makes you think cracking jokes in my class is funny?" "Fine, Value is 4" "Come solve it, prove it!".

She stands, tugging down her skirt. James stops his bad boy pacing. Looks up at Damon. Nods like men do. “Hey, big tits.” “Hi, Tammy. James.” I stand, too, smoothing over my shirt. “Have you had lunch yet?” Damon turns to me. It’s taking a while for the feeling to return to my arse that had been sapped out by the gutter. I hope the smell of trash overpowers the cigarette. It’s got to be all through my hair by now. Tami has been on the same one the whole break.