Applejack X Rarity Novels & Stories

Juliette flicked blonde tendril's back from her eyes. "No one." "Oh spill woman, I can see that blush." Juliette covered her flaming cheeks with cold hands. "Shh, haven't you ever been in a relationship." "Yes, but we broke up, I'm looking for an Alpha!" Jazz seemed so cheerful about that; so much Juliette choked on spit. "Right, okay," she muttered, blinking watery eyes. Jazz looked slightly hurt. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think I got what it takes," Jazz admitted.

June tells me. My eyebrows furrow. "Why are you showing me this?" "That new guy...The one who just so happened to show up in this town the day Jessica goes missing. The man that has an uncanny resemblance to the Alpha of all Phantom Wolves." My eyes automatically roll. "First, it is just a coincidence. Casper hasn't killed anyone. And Jasper doesn't have the same violet eyes, his are dark brown. And Phantom Wolves don't exist, let's just drop the subject of Jasper still being alive, and let him rest peacefully.

The front door of the packhouse swings open again- Brock’s the last to arrive, stepping inside with a guy who looks to be a few years older than him, presumably his beta. “What’s going on?” he asks, running a hand through his wavy shoulder-length hair and eyeing the rest of us with suspicion. I suppose it would be a mindfuck to get an ominous call for an emergency meeting and walk into a cheerful celebration. “Jax and Quinn are mates,” Reid supplies. “You owe me fifty bucks.”

Malia feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and mutters, "Mom, please stop your mouth. You clearly don't know anything about territory wines. That specific vintage is practically impossible to find across the borders these days. Stop believing every single text you read on the mirror stones." Talia huffs loudly. "Who says it is impossible? In all those serialized pack stories, the rich alpha kids drink that vintage like it is standard river water!" Douglas finally speaks up, his voice calm. "Jackson's wines are very fine, but at my old age, my throat prefers Derek's medicine wine to these famous labels." Talia protests instantly, "Dad, how can your mouth say that? Jackson thoughtfully brought

ALPHA JAKE The first thing I noticed when I woke up that morning was her scent. It lingered everywhere. In the hallways, in the kitchen, even in my office. Sweet and maddening, like wild jasmine after a rainstorm. It clung to my clothes, settled in my mind, and refused to let me focus on anything else. Ayla. The second chance mate I never asked for. The second chance mate I didn’t deserve.

Alice asked, stepping into the kitchen. “It appears so. Alpha is trying to figure out exactly what they want.” Garold said quietly. “What do you have that another pack would want?” Alice asked as she walked over to the fridge and opened the fridge. “We believe The Alpha has recently acquired a rare and beautiful item. The Alpha, That Alpha Arkyn took it from is not happy about Alpha Arkyn having it.” Garold said keeping his message very coded. “It must be important if someone is willing to risk their pack over it.” Alice said taking out strawberries, grapes, and cut up melons.

I say, although Jack is devouring the apple contentedly next to me. Kadeem shakes his head. “Nothing of the sort. Just a good guess.” “Whatever.” Jack answers around a crunch of the bright green apple. “It’s okay.” He swallows. “But organic Honeycrisp is actually my preferred.” Kadeem raises an eyebrow “Sorry,” he says, leaning against the hood of the van. “For some reason they were clean out of those.” “Granny Smith is an acceptable alternative,” Jack says, nodding in approval as he takes another bite.

"We will source a grafted dwarf variety. It will occupy the planned understory zone beside the swing. Its care will be a shared responsibility, logged under a new sub-protocol: Legacy Cultivation." He wasn't just getting another tree. He was creating a new category in his system for tending to memory. For making room for Jacob's sunshine-and-snow apple in our world. The search for the tree became a family project. Luther researched reputable heirloom nurseries. Keila drew pictures of what the "banana apple" might look like (it was yellow, with a smiley face). I found a local orchard that specialized in rare varieties and could deliver a healthy, young tree.

We fought for decades before the peace treaty was established, signing in new deals and opening foreign exchange programs. We lived in the age of democracy, but still, murderers’ events happened. There are 5 packs in total, each named after the color of the jewel in the area, My pack had the red diamond, it costs millions to just have one on your finger and that is why the Alpha’s greed increased, Blue Moon’s a pack knows for their exquisite quality of Blue platinum, a rare jewel, The ruby for Sun Shallow pack, the Green Blair was found after the Emerald, less expensive when compared to others and finally the Dark Eclipse pack, found after a rare black Jewel, some say it has powers of the mo

Beside them rested a small jar of the finest Icelandic dried reindeer lichen—a supplement so prized it was said to strengthen the blood—its pale colour and clean, earthy scent speaking of exceptional quality. “These are rare finds I sought out specially—wild Manuka honeycomb from protected, ancient groves, and the highest grade of Arctic lichen. They’re so scarce they’re virtually unobtainable commercially. I gathered them in such a hurry, I’m afraid I paid little mind to the presentation.” “This…” Alicia’s eyes widened in disbelief. She leaned in closer, looking again and again.