Blank The Series Novel Novels & Stories

I was laying on the couch, reading one of the books I found in the library. I wasn't really the type to read werewolf novels, but this was really captivating and I couldn't stop myself from drowning in it. It was a big book that was in series. It was obviously new and smelled fresh, which meant Alexei had recently purchased them. Blakely shook her head as she approached me. I noticed her sad expression and a pout on her lips. "Come here," I sat up and patted the space beside me. She obeyed and took a seat beside me.

Based on requests for bonus chapters, I will be adding scenes that transpired between Blayne and Cleo. They are of course, optional. However the second Epilogue will pick up from the end of the story, following what transpired with the stolen artifacts. This will contribute majorly to the plot of the sequel. From there, the story will branch into Mates: Remnants of a Betrayed Bond Book 2 which I will kick off soon. I want to spend quality time with the effort that I put into this book so thank you for being so very patient.

- Maria explained, looking at Miguel with great concern. - You mean Nadir is not human either?- Juan continued asking, clearly lost in this new world of strange events, powers and creatures.. Maria confirmed this with only a nod. Then they both sat by their friend's bed in complete silence for about fifteen minutes, until Miguel suddenly opened his eyes.

I jab in the side with my elbow and I say, oops, sorry, I did not mean to do that. I go back to my book and I continue watching Stella and Christian’s lives play out before me, I cannot believe that this is the last book in the series, I want more from Ana Huang, she is an amazing writer. When Blake is reading Twisted Lies, I will have nothing to do, so I think I will take a nap.

Sapphira's ankle gave way and she tumbled forward into the dark. The ground was cold and gritty under her, the air pungent with mildew and ... more jasmine. This place was old. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her vision sharpened, her wolf sensing for threats. But the air was still. The only movement was a trickle of water running down the wall. She turned towards the direction she had fallen from, her eyes adjusting in the dark as Evander materialised behind her. He dusted his shoulders and adjusted his cuffs before extending a hand towards her.

It led to a Blank, Sunny Street in 2026. ​But as Nora reached for the Pen to sign the "Freedom Clause," a hand stopped her. ​It was Julian Vane. He wasn't a "Narrator" or a "Billionaire." He was a Grey-Scale Glitch, his body half-erased. ​"Don't sign it, Nora," Julian whispered, his eyes terrified. "If you sign it... the 'Sequel' starts. And the Sequel... it’s not about us. It’s about Them."

Narrator's POV Nolan beamed in happiness at the realization that he could see, but Natalie felt that something was wrong as she took one long look into his eyes and realized that they were the brightest shade of blue she had ever seen. Still, even that didn't phase her because no recognition flashed in his eyes as he stared at her with eyes filled with wonder and familiarity in who she was. He had forgotten her, his mind was now blank from the point where they had met at the gathering till when they confessed their love for each other. He was confused as to why she looked so familiar, but no memory of her flashed through his mind.

It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by. I looked up at the cloudy sky. There had been no snow this year, just disgusting cold rain. Frau Holle had not even appeared over Christmas. It had been the fourth Christmas without Wynn. This thought made my already bad mood sink a bit. A few weeks ago, after three years of practical training, I passed my training as a Venator with flying colors. So not only was I a trained monster hunter, I was also one of the best Venators in our guild. Just like I always wanted.

"So in answer to your questions, 'Yes, she is very good.' I have no doubt she obtained the room by either a prior service to the Blank, or she simply reached into their computer and wrote the reality she desired, it matters not and she has no reason to tell me what was involved. We will get a bill and pay it, so we are in the clear no matter what. Still, I must say, the Blank is an amazing, unimaginable place. The stories do not give it credit." "Do you think you can you give us a little taste?" Rose asked as she started to untie his shoes. She was so cheerful, so eager, her voice always lightened his mood. "I mean, unimaginable..." "A taste of the Blank? Well, yes, I suppose for you." He pa

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.