After We Collided Book Cover Novels & Stories

The second I got a whiff of his musky manly scent, I knew I was a goner. The way he sexily removed his shirt at the after meeting party, flexing his muscles and the juicy outlines which unfortunately or fortunately became the root cause as to why these traitorous cravings for him surged into life inside me. Leave my mind, you traitorous desires and thoughts. I scream helplessly. I almost thought that these thoughts would be for the short term and would not stir any kind of trouble for me. But how wrong was I to assume that the hot specimen would be forgotten in the that dead dark night?

Even though I don’t have a wolf like other shifters, I basked in the smell of blood and the agonized cries. Someone at my back pushed me forward, making me fall. I turned to see what happened and there was heat licking my front. “Burn that bitch now. Don't give her the chance to stand up or she will kill us all.” The fat man shouted. Suddenly there was a weight on top of me and I gasped for breath for a few seconds. Alice was on me, shielding my body from the scorching flames. I groaned. Now I have to find her a new hoodie, and those were hard to find nowadays.

Her books were written off in the name of Sara Moto which is short for Yamamoto but two of her books becoming best sellers made her reveal her face but not her identity. This is the reason why the ladies could recognise her as the author of their favourite books. I've read all five of her books and I must say that, this lady brings out the romance in you. "I'm sorry to cut you ladies short but my sister over here needs to check in with you for her first day at work". "We're sorry, pardon our manners" the blonde one says still looking at Sara and I wonder if they even realise I've been standing here all along since we walked in here and they saw Sara.

She considered all the possibilities for how this could play out on her way to Collington Cove. All she had to do was abandon her pride and cooperate with Marina. It couldn't be that difficult. What did her pride matter when she was about to die anyway? It was her first time inside Collington Cove. The decorations were all to her liking: blue arches, horseshoe-shaped windows, gray walls, and white curtains swaying in the sea breeze. It had a mysterious, romantic air to it.

I didn't know what it all meant, and part of me started to think that maybe I was crazy. The next morning, I awoke with a pounding headache, the lingering effects of the alcohol, and I had to move cautiously to avoid dizziness. Stumbling around my room, I started unpacking my college bag and throwing books on my desk. As I did so, one of the books fell and hit the floor, revealing the page I had marked. As I bent down to pick it up, my eyes fell on the image of a demon - its large, dark wings, sharp claws, and terrifying face. That's what I saw last night. It had to be a demon. But Cole fought it immediately without thinking.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

Rudolf picked up a large gray folder and sat across from me with a confident smile. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” I replied, even though my voice trembled slightly. He opened the folder and pulled out a thick sheet of paper with the final cover design. The moment my eyes landed on it I went silent. The cover showed the silhouette of a woman standing between two worlds, one side dark and fractured, the other softly glowing with gentle light. The colors weren’t excessive; the gradients were smooth, elegant, and emotional. The title font was modern yet warm. Everything blended together perfectly, as if it was created to reflect my story of someone who fell again and again, but still rose every ti

I don't know but someone tells me here all the information I need. Suddenly my hand moved alone and touched the strange symbol. I suddenly felt my palm hurt. There was nothing sharp in my hand so why did I get wounded? I saw how the color of the book changed. From a simple dark brown book, it became light brown with a green diamond on each side and an aqua blue crystal in the middle.

The cover really surprised me because it was only one golden embedded word written on it and that scared the heavens out of me. The cover spelled out, 'DANGER'.