Author Pov Novels & Stories

Viola Point of View "we accept the love we think we deserve" I nod at him, feeling relievd by his kindness, so I sit, which is when I see it - my scar. It is long, fills an entire side of my wrist, this makes me freeze, knowing it is out in the open for everyone to see, to see my ugliness. I am about to leave when he comes with a smile, placing everything before me. "This is Beans on Toast, Pot Noodles, Bourbon Biscuit and some Scotch Eggs." He says, and I give him a shaky smile, happy when he leaves.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

Blake's POV She looked so damn sexy tonight, if she were any other girl, she'd be in my bed by now. I've had to endure a week of her traipsing around in all those shorts and tiny shirts, she wouldn't even wear a bra sometimes and have her nipples poking through them. If not for that stupid promise, she would already be mine, I accepted it, thinking that it be easy and it's anything but. Jonathan tapped me on the shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts, "I'm gonna turn in." he said and headed upstairs.

I’ve been away from the app for a while and I was surprised to see how much gem you’ve given PMJ, Wilmarie Vazquez. Thank you so much, babe… I never expected anyone to love this book, much less stay until the end because it contains so much pain.

"Oh my, young people really are something. They just radiate energy!" My father-in-law, Shawn Black, who had always scowled at me, was now smiling warmly. He glanced at me and said pointedly, "Finally, we've gotten rid of that useless piece of trash who took up space and contributed nothing. After all these years, and not a single child to show for it." Leonard lowered his head shyly, feigning modesty. "Mr. Black, please don't say that. I'm not much younger than Sebastian."

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.

He set me down gently, steadying me when my legs wobbled. "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He lowered me gently to my feet, his softening d*ck slipping out of me. The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from my body. My legs trembled still weak from the intensity of our lovemaking. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was more than okay. I was... transformed.

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".

“But sir, we have no authors and…..” “We have. One for now.” Aslan said excitedly. “Who?” “Phoebe Schmidt.”