Atonement Novel Novels & Stories

The woman stood and frowned slightly, but I was still confused also. Atlas pulled me aside leaning close to me in a whisper to my ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin against my neck bringing on another swarm of those sensational tingles. “Onyx, let her do this. It’s a high honor, to gain loyalty of another from an act of selflessness and not because it is merely owed. Don’t reject her. It will be offensive. I know you don’t like stuff like this, but sometimes you just have to go with things. It’s easier than fighting. Trust me.” He pulled back and our eyes met once again. Feeling him this close was distracting and overwhelming. I almost forgot what I was meant to be doing. He asked me

Colton kisses me on the forehead before snuggling in close, and the heavy exhale signals he’s done with talking and looking to sleep with his mate in his arms. For the first time, of the first day, of our future lives, truly together. END OF BOOK 1 Book 2 will be on this app soon - Awakening Following Fate

“Do you wish you’d never taken the case?” This is the barren terror that had been with him always before Anton. “Gray, grinding purpose of atonement. It had been a surprise, a shock, the unexpected draw that had been there from the moment he had met Anton in the penthouse, a fortress of steel and glass, the loneliest man he’d ever met.” “No,” Sabatine whispered.

I came again, falling apart in his arms, tears streaking down my face, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He followed, hips jerking, spilling inside me with a guttural moan, collapsing against my chest, both of us shaking and ruined. We lay together on the altar, tangled in sweat and candlelight, the world silent except for our breathing. Nathan kissed my forehead, his lips soft and shaking. “My salvation,” he whispered, voice full of wonder and regret. “And my sin.” I curled into him, body aching, soul full, feeling at once damned and redeemed.

Jesse gasped as Marcus tugged off his shirt, revealing a scarred, muscular chest. “You’re lucky it’s the apocalypse,” Marcus muttered, leaning down to bite at Jesse’s collarbone. “Otherwise, I’d have high standards.” Jesse cackled, then moaned as hot lips traced a path down his chest. “Shut up, I bet this is the first time you’ve even touched another man.” “Nope.” Marcus scuffed, his tongue flicking over Jesse’s nipple. “Second.” Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?”

The Girl Who Knew Too Much I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, and a stranger stared back. Soft cheeks. Clear skin. Hair that shone like spun gold instead of brittle straw. This body remembered nothing of starvation, of fists, of three years spent as Richard Ashford's captive wife. But I remembered everything. "Aria, darling, are you ready?" My father's voice drifted through the door. "The Ashfords will be here in twenty minutes." The Ashfords. Richard and his snake of a mother, Victoria. They were coming to finalize the engagement terms—the merger that would save my father's failing pharmaceutical company and give Richard the patents he needed to dominate the market.

"Something I need you to understand about what you are, beyond the history." "What," Wren whispers. "Nightfall wolves didn't just shift outside the moon's control." Miriam's eyes hold hers, steady, careful. "The old stories say their bond magic worked differently too. That rejections didn't take, not fully, not the way they do for the rest of us. That once a true bond formed for a Nightfall wolf, nothing short of death could actually sever it." I feel the words land in my own chest before I fully process them, that thread under my ribs pulling hard enough to make me suck in a breath.

"The lonely man wanted the mercenary to watch the bride before he made his move, but little didn't the lonely man know that the bride and the mercenary fell in love." Eddie approached me and then grabbed the back of my neck aggressively. I see Don's jaw clench and hear a low snarl at Eddie. I could see his eyes darken once Eddie grabbed me forcefully. It doesn't matter to me anymore if Don is angry. Another man betrays me and hurts me just like this one. "I never would have thought you would live under the same roof as Donovan. It made his job easier, but now, seeing how you are in this situation and he's working for me, how does it feel to see the man you call your "soulmate"?"

Agatha had a way of making people fall for her cooking skills. "I'm glad you like it. What book are you reading?", Agatha asked. "The fall of the dark angel", she answered with her mouth full. "I love that book. I'm not going to spoil it for you, then", Agatha said making her pout. "Just tell me if Athena and Damon forgave each other", Arieon pleaded.

That, I couldn't dispute, but I just couldn't accept the fact that I was putting on a dress to seduce some greying old man from behind a pew. Well, technically not a greying old man. The Archbishop, or privately known as Bartholomew Heathcliff of Easterbrook, wasn't your typical potbellied, sleazy old pastor. Anatoly had given me his file before I left the meeting with Prince Caspian that day, and if I must say, he looked quite young for his age. Tall, fit, and broad-shouldered. The only sign of aging he exhibited was the sparse amount of white hair on his beard and head.