Asl Nook Novels & Stories

// A/N A new cover is on its way! <3 Happy reading

(Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner. I sat up from the bed and untied the wound in my abdomen. I cringe at the wound. I can’t believe the human's got hold of Zylian poison. But I guess I am lucky to be found and treated by my mate or else I am sure I will be in serious trouble. The wound is not wholly healed but I’m sure I will be healed completely in a week or less than that if I can get medical treatment from my planet healers.

“Better than spoiled milk and moldy bread.” Hakeem, already halfway finished with his plate, grunted in agreement. The leather recliner Nox sat on creaked as he stiffened. “That’s what they fed you?” Chewing the last bit of brisket on my plate, I lifted an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t think they’d be feeding us lobster and grilled steak, did you?” Nox didn’t respond. In fact, he didn’t say much of anything. Every so often I’d feel his eyes on my face, and watch as they darted down to my fingers, which were slick with juices and barbeque sauce.

She could barely hear herself from the flushing voice of the water which echoed with a strident angry cry, blaring the surface of the rough stones and disappearing into the thin air. “Please hear me.” She said, almost in tears. Her eyes walked from one side of the wall to the other, oblivious of the right direction to face, but knowing what to expect. “The people of Alaocha are under duress, but they don’t know it. They are imprisoned by the greatest dark force in the universe. Help me fight.” Ada wiped her eyes, “I will give you whatever you ask.” “Hmm, be careful when you make such promises” a feminine voice groaned weakly.

Trigger Warning This chapter may include mention of physical violence, mental and emotional abuse, and sexual assault. I acknowledge that it may be difficult to engage with this content. From Alexandre’s POV As I stared at the note, I felt dizzy. It was beyond my comprehension. I recognized that handwriting anywhere. Though I wasn't sure if Arina knew, I knew I had to tell her it belonged to Zeno. The question is, how and why? I mind-linked Thiago, telling him to gather Bryan and Maribelle

Mark handed me a bottle of water and sat down next to me. "She's not getting out. Neither is her pretty boy." "Dylan? What about Dylan?" "The police found a drug in Alyssa's system. It's used for mind control. You can't get it on the market—it's like something out of a voodoo curse. Alyssa had been taking it long-term. It was like she was under a spell. Whenever she heard certain trigger words from the person controlling her, she'd lose it. Her emotions would spike, and she'd do things she couldn't control."

“You’re all moving out, what, are you still delusional?” At that moment, an angry Farkas snapped, “We aren’t delusional, Ashina! We got the notice. But why didn’t you give us enough of time to pack our stuffs ourselves?” I folded my arm across my chest, tapped my right leg and replied sarcastically, “I’ve spent money on getting your things packed up for you guys and all you do is complain? So ungrateful you all are!” “Ungrateful? Us? Or you!” Lysara lashed out.

His arm falls away, and he chuckles, continuing to follow behind her. I eye Niko suspiciously, but he just shrugs, his expression unbothered. I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I plan to find out. In our fourth or fifth store, Niko, Mason, and I are standing around, watching Alyssa browse through rows and rows of baby clothes. Her fingers trail over the soft fabrics, her eyes lighting up with each outfit she finds cute enough for Zuri to wear. "You're not supposed to bring food or drinks in here," Mason mutters, nodding towards the smoothie in Niko's hand.