Amy Nelson Novels & Stories

I bought out the necklace "Yeah this one" "Alexis Coleman, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend? and accepting this gift?"

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

I gave Daisy a small wave and walked away without another word to him. I found the address from my confirmation email and double-checked it against the gate in front of me. A large, clean townhouse at the end of a quiet street. Way out of my neighbourhood. I rang the bell. The door opened almost immediately. A tall man in his forties, well-dressed, tired around the eyes. "You must be the new live-in nanny." "Yes, sir. I'm Brooklyn Lawson. I'm so sorry I'm late — " He held up one hand. "You're lucky my children aren't home from school yet. If they had been, this conversation would be going very differently."

Damon was here too. The mark on my thigh started burning very hot. Nyx was howling inside my head, confused and furious. Damon turned to me, his dark eyes full of jealousy. His hand found mine and squeezed me tight. “Tell him,” he growled under his breath. “Tell him who you really belong to.” Alpha Kael took one step closer to me, his voice loud and clear. “Choose between us, Annie. Or I will fight your Alpha for what is mine. “Fight who?” Damon retorted, his chest literally pulsing very hard. “Fight me?”

“Good. Maybe pain will remind you to stop pretending. Maybe it will remind you of what a traitor might live through if they were to be caught. And right now, you seem to think that you are smarter than everyone else.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I muttered, trying my best not to wince. But she did not budge. If anything, she seemed to grow angrier. She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear. “Tell me, Amelia, what game are you playing? First you collapse, then you whisper my name, you come to kill me, then you ‘defend’ me. Why?” My chest heaved as anger cut through the ache. “Not everything is a game, Selene. Some of us don’t live to scheme and twist. As you might know, not

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja