Beyond Reasons Novels & Stories

I just hope they’ll understand. Sitting in my office, I couldn’t stop thinking about Aderyn. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. “You don’t want a mate, right?” I asked myself. “That’s right. I don’t want a mate,” I answered. “But why?” “Because a mate will make you weak, especially a human mate.” “In what way?” “In every way. I’m the King. I have countless responsibilities. I have to protect the kingdom, the werewolves. And I have enemies. How am I supposed to save them both if they’re in trouble at the same time?”

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She always loved a good action movie and she loved a strong female lead. I gave her a simple smile. “I can’t go.” She rolled her eyes. “You say that every time. What’s your reason now? Family event? Sick father? It cannot be due to lots of homework.” She asked rattling off previous reasons I’d given her. I could not say I had homework. We only had four and a half weeks left before graduation and the teachers were no longer giving out homework. I sighed trying to think of a good reason. “I have to work this Friday evening,” I admitted.

You should be grateful instead of making ridiculous jokes like this. Serena grabbed the phone again. "Evelyn, please don't be angry with us. "I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize to her!" Adrian snapped. "The more you indulge her, the more unreasonable she becomes. She's not some spoiled heiress." The call ended with a sharp click. When we argued in college, he once spent three uninterrupted months sending gifts and trying to win me back. Now he would not offer even a free apology. After the call, I contacted a real estate agent and told her to list the condo we had intended to use after our wedding.

And I loved her—fiercely, desperately, in ways words could never fully capture. Now she was gone. Torn away from me. The spark that had lit every dark corner of my life was snuffed out. Without her, our dreams of revenge and empire lay in ruins. But the fire inside me? That wasn’t gone. It’d never be gone. For Lisa, for our love, for everything they took from us—I would burn this world down. But before she died, Lisa had said something that stuck with me. “I swear, Peter,” she laughed, tossing her hair back, “I saw someone once—in one of your family’s department stores, a girl who looked just like me. A spitting image. Can you imagine? Like the universe has a backup plan.”

The room was quiet. "Not wrong in the moral sense," I said. "Wrong in the, incomplete sense. The reasons I had were the reasons I had and they were real. But they were the reasons of a woman who was operating from a wound and had converted the wound into the most available form of forward motion." I paused. "You know what the reasons were. You have always known what the reasons were. I am not telling you something you don't know." "No," he said. "I am telling you," I said, "that they are not the reasons now."

May trailed off, not knowing if she should tell him about Mike coming to see her and all she knows about him. "Is there something you're not telling me?" Anthony questioned, giving her a suspicious look. May took a deep breath before responding, "No." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I just believe we shouldn't judge someone based on appearances. I know how things are, but that doesn't mean I should suspect everyone I meet. I don't want to live in fear; I want a normal life like everyone else. That's why I moved here – for a fresh start. I'm trying to move forward, Anthony, and I hope you can understand and support me."

I say again. "It's okay Alexis, let's not mention it again." "Okay." I say nodding. "So when do you leave?" He asks. "Leave? I haven't decided yet and I might not even go." I say. "Why won't you?" Mason asks confused. "Switzerland is far Mason, what will happen to us?" I ask. "Us? Alexis we'll always be friends." He says. "Friends? Mason I think we're more than that." I say as my heart breaks.

“Rowan shouldn’t have—” “He did,” I cut in, and held his gaze. “And it matters. Because motive matters. Self-defense hinges on reasonableness. Reasonableness hinges on context. Context hinges on the truth.” Maddox was quiet for a beat. Then he nodded once. Small. Controlled. But it wasn’t refusal. “He tried to take her,” Maddox continued. “He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what we are.” The word hung there—what we are—like a line we both understood not to cross too loudly.

"Aria, you don't understand the kind of danger—" "I understand that love requires courage," I interrupted, my own voice growing stronger with conviction. "And I understand that you're letting fear make decisions that could destroy the best thing that's ever happened to either of us." "The best thing?" He stared at me with disbelief. "Aria, you're manifesting ancient powers that nobody understands. You're being hunted by supernatural terrorists." "Your awakening is triggering responses from forces that have been dormant for centuries. How is any of that the best thing?" "Because I'm not facing it alone."