Boner Alert Novels & Stories

The alpha’s wooden sword shot out, whacking Terni across the hand when he attempted a feint, and he dropped his weapon with a curse. With a louder curse, Terni picked it back up and the ‘fight’ continued. “You seem really intent on checking Boss out,” Brite commented lightly, drawing Skye from his thoughts. He looked at the alpha before turning back to his mate and for the first time, he noticed the sweat glistening across taught muscles that flexed with every movement. Even Linus’s back was well defined and the play of the light across the definition captured his attention. “Or not,” Brite continued with a huff of a laugh, no doubt smelling Skye’s sudden spike in arousal.

I squinted at the display. Amber alert. A government emergency notification that bypassed silent mode, sent when someone needed to be found. The name at the top: DOVE MORETTI. My eyes scanned the text. Found in a ditch. Four days. Condition critical. Oh my world! Nausea surged from deep within me, rising rapidly and uncontrollably as I lurched toward the grass at the edge of the path and emptied everything I had eaten that morning into the dirt. I was on my knees again in front of the gate.

With a delicate crash, the vehicle entryway was pulled open, and Alice bounced once more. "Ok! Try not to kill me! Try not to kill me!" Alice shouted with a wailing voice. "What's going on? You frightened me," Morrison said as he checked out at Alice in disarray. "The passing notification! It's the passing notification that Bowen got before he kicked the bucket. We additionally got it!" Alice screeched. Morrison snatched the cards and checked them out. His face out of nowhere turned pale. Taking a gander at the passing notification with the discouraging brilliant red words on the dark foundation, he became restless.

Our weekend ragers count as ‘pack gatherings’, right? “Yo Cal!” Alec calls out, diverting my attention from the drink I’m pouring. I glance over to where he’s seated on the sectional near the bar and Alec lifts his chin, flickering his gaze to the other side of the room in warning. Before I can even turn to follow his eyes, I hear a fucking cackle that makes my skin crawl and I know who exactly whose presence he’s alerting me to.

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Ricky sighed and faced her, "Look, I know you like him, but Hunter will never think of you like that. You are like a sister to him. You know that too. And I'm grateful that he have some feelings for someone, and hasn't completely gone cold like my own brother." "I know but..." Allison couldn't find the right words. "If you know, don't make that face." He huffed. "Well you wouldn't understand." Ricky was about to give her an earful but- (BHOOM!!!) Hearing the ear-splitting sound Ricky and Allison let out a scream, followed by Leo's cry. They didn't understand what was happening. Ricky hastily took the phone out of his pocket and dialed the security's number. "Noah! What happened? What was tha

I jolted, pulling it out. It wasn’t long, but it was a beep. Two beeps, which was quite rare. And i looked to the screen on which a red notification popped up. The same beep, went around the hall, interrupting their prayers as i gasped at the screen. I immediately looked to Leroy. He got it, and he walked towards me. “What does this mean?” He asked as i stared back at the SOS alert across the screen.

A strange, heavy heat started rising up from the damp concrete ground, almost like someone had just opened a massive oven door deep under the earth. The blue system screen flashed wildly right in front of my face, its light turning from soft blue to a bright, blood-red warning message: [CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT: REGIONAL TECTONIC ANOMALY DETECTED!] [DISASTER TIMELINE ACCELERATED BY 24 HOURS!] [IMPACT COUNTDOWN: 23 HOURS, 59 MINUTES, 59 SECONDS...]

"What could Zephyr possibly have done now? Did he burn down another orphanage? Or did he finally try to marry a goat?" She didn't laugh. Instead, she slammed a newspaper onto his mahogany desk. "Read This!" Bane's eyes tracked down to the grainy black and white print. His heart did a slow, heavy thud. It wasn't one of their new papers. It was from the human realm. The headline screamed in bold jagged letters: SIX FOUND DEAD IN WOODS- POLICE FEAR APEX PREDATOR ON THE LOOSE.

About the specific quality of a space that was mine in a way the Upper East Side apartment had never been. About what that meant. About what I wanted next. I was writing. And then my phone buzzed. A notification. Not a call. A news alert. I had set up alerts for certain names. Not for strategic reasons. For the reasons you monitored things you were responsible for. The alert was for Noah Vance. I looked at it. I read the headline. I read it again. I stood up. I called Adrian. --- **Amara's POV** Saturday. The geological survey day.