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However, I have decided to pause book 8 and go back in order to do it justice, not only for the series and myself but, more importantly, for you, the readers. I am going to share something a little personal about myself - I am a perfectionist as well as AuDHD, and because this story and overall series has grown since I first started into having so many characters and plot points that intertwine, it proved extremely difficult to keep track of and keep it straight, which is why I made this decision to go back to the beginning and write it in order. Book 1 is The Rebellious Alpha. Book 2 is The Beta's Feral Alpha, which I am currently writing. Then we will have 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8, whi

About a woman on an apartment doorstep who had not known me and had let me in anyway. About a hospital and two and a half years of a specific kind of grief. About the first night she slept in this house again and the morning after and the garden and the seeds and Eli and all of it accumulating into the thing that it was now. “It feels like a beginning,” I said. “One hundred chapters in and it still feels like we are at the beginning of something.” She looked at the window. “We are at the beginning of something,” she said. “The Brennan financial investigation. The northern pack under Petra. Rowan and the subsidiary territory. Orla coming on Sundays. Ria’s role. The letters.” She looked at the

**This book is the 8th in the Guardian's Next Generation series and 12th in the overall Guardian series. It can be read as a standalone novel, but scenes and historical incidents will be referenced without going into full detail of what happened. It is recommended that you begin the series at the beginning with The Broken Warrior's Daughter.** Reagan “Are you excited about your birthday?” my best friend Meadow asks me.

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

he continued the story, “I knew I had to make my own way in life without the influence of my so-called noble father.” Isabelle’s chair scratched the floor before soft footsteps came his way. He stood and turned. She stopped in front of him. Droopy eyes and her lips pulled into a frown tugged at his heartstrings. When she laid her hand on his chest, he nearly groaned with the pleasure it brought. “Forgive me for making you relive such terrible memories. I shan’t do it again.” He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She sucked in a breath, her eyes turning a dark blue.

“Gosh! You beat me then in the Isabelle Arcadia rankings, then you don’t use your brain now? Of course, when you tell a story, you start with the first, not the climax, not the ending, not the epilogue, not the prequel. If not at the beginning. At the very beginning, in chapter one, you start.” I touched Brena. I was shocked when she looked at me. Because meet his eyebrow when she looks at me. “What?” she asked irritably. “Do you have red days too?” “No. I just finished my red days last week.” “Are you mad?” “No.” “Why do you seem angry?” “I’m just bored,” she then looked at Isabelle. “Tell the story from the beginning so you know where to start.” I also looked at Isabelle. Isabelle took a d

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

I sit once again in silence, I begin to hear a hum in the distance. I look up and stare straight ahead as a faint light no bigger than pin prick, which quickly began to multiply in every direction. Until the once dark prison was full of bright light that quickly surrounded me. It was all the power I had released being reabsorbed into my body. My flesh glowing and warmth invaded my soul. I could now feel the missing pieces of soul reuniting feeling whole again. Before I could relish in feeling one again, I felt an odd sensation in my center like a hot poker burning me from the inside out. I scream and claw at my middle; the pain only intensifies. The burning spreads to every limb until I’m co

And from the darkness, a new upload was born. Not a leak. Not a scandal. Just a story. Of how the world began. And how it might begin again.

It is completed Called The Returning Ex. Book four is available on Goodnovel Called The Fake Empire. Their grandchildren starting With Aiden Wilder now have their own story...