Better Late Than Never Book Novels & Stories

Twenty years ago… I stand in front of the alpha and the luna of the pack, my head bowed and my body tingling in anger and betrayal. Aaron is standing beside me, his head bowed in submission too, and seems to be much more capable of handling this situation. This is the first time I’ve ever come in the alpha’s office and I had never expected it would be because I would be caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do. This is beyond embarrassing and even though I know that all actions have consequences, I didn’t expect my midnight excursions to lead me straight into the alpha’s office, getting reprimanded for breaking the night curfew.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

Somehow, they found out where I was left and gathered around me, taking my pictures without a care in the world. Unlike the old me, I did not scream or tell everyone to get lost. I didn't try to save the scraps of my dignity. It was gone. The loan sharks eroded it a long time ago. The moment they made me go on my knees and slap myself, I stopped caring about things like dignity or appearances. The proud, haughty, troublemaking Yvonne Marlin was dead. Her killers? The Marlins and Lawrence Seinfield. They destroyed what pride I had.

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“Never.” ***

Furious and with nowhere to vent, he could only roar in anger, "Daisy Boyle! You think you're so brave? Fine! Don't ever come back! I want to see just how far you'll get without me!" After a quick wash and a change of clothes, Ryan headed for the study, ready to tackle the stack of overdue files. But the moment he walked in, he noticed two neatly placed documents on the desk. He picked up the top one without thinking. When he read the title, he froze. He had no memory of the private agreement at all. But as he unfolded it and read through the old terms from nine years ago, each word stirred faint, long-buried memories. "How is this possible? Why don't I remember any of this?" he muttered.

Goodbye. And never again.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

It had been four solid years, yet I hadn’t moved past my old mistakes and misdeeds. I was still lost in thought when the door swung open. I turned in that direction, my eyes locking with Peter’s as he approached, holding some kind of book in his hands. “Sir, the news this morning,” he chimed, stretching the papers toward me. “I don’t need any newspaper,” I answered, feeling irritated by the interruption as I waited for him to leave. He stood firm for a moment before lifting the file in his hands, his gaze meeting mine. I remained still, watching his antics, which were already getting on my nerves; but I chose to stay calm.

I begged him I don't know how much more of this I can take. "You think I'm done with you? Oh please we're just starting the fun". The basement went ice cold The only thought that ran through my mind at that moment was... "He's finally going to kill me too". He grabbed a whip and I shuddered when I saw it because it's no ordinary whip it has little thorns on it so when it makes contact with my skin it splits it open even more. I know this because when he first started these "fun games" the old whip hurt bad but this one was ten times worse.