Ari Whitten の小説・ストーリー

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

WHISTLEBLOWER LEAKS MILITARY AI TORTURE PROGRAM. LOCATION REVEALED: NEVADA DESERT. LIVESTREAMING NOW. There is a video attached. It’s Lena. She’s sitting in front of a webcam, looking terrified but fierce. "My name is Lena Chen," she says to the world. "And I have proof that the US government is kidnapping citizens to weaponize an AI." I stare at the screen. "She did it," I whisper, tears filling my eyes. "She burned her cover. She leaked it all."

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

Jeremy chirped in taking a slow deep breath. Arthur merely said a word. He has been restless ever since the revelation of his mate. Seeing her up close as she slept after being captured, he thought he could find a reason to accept his fate. Just one enough reason. But the more he thought about it, the more he stared at her face, it only reminded him of the pain his clan had been made to go through from her people and it only enraged him. He had run a search on her with his computer but found nothing on her. Her identity seems to have either been well hidden for some reasons he couldn’t tell or just maybe because she was that irrelevant to her society.

Suddenly, he halted, and the world seemed to pause because standing right in front of me was my— Mate! ……. Hello, book warriors! I'm now on I*! Follow me for book updates, news, and more! [author.wheels]

Too late. The figure grabbed her wrist. And everything inside her Exploded. Power surged violently through her body. Not wild. Not scattered. Focused. The air froze instantly. Ice shot upward Not forming. Piercing. The attacker’s arm shattered in her grip. He didn’t scream. Didn’t react. He just….Let go. And stepped back. Watching her. Learning her. Aria’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her hands trembled. But not from fear. From energy. “I told you…” one of the Stormwalkers whispered behind her.

“Everything, start from the beginning. How are you related to Arthur Smith? What happened to Charlotte’s mother? What did you plan to do with Charlotte? Who is instructing you to do this?” “We…we are friends of Arthur. We were classmates in school and stayed in touch. He has always been like a brother to me. My wife, she is a nurse at the local hospital. We married each other young, 24 years ago when Lenna, Charlotte’s mother appeared in our lives.” Lenna….Charlotte watched as they glanced at each other with pained expressions.