Book Review The Twelve Novels & Stories

He needed me to break down on my own, to give up on my own, to be the one who asked to sever the bond. The only thing he didn't count on was that I'd actually leave. "When you've walked into a dead end, the smart thing to do is turn around." I set down the coffee cup and looked at Vivienne across the table. "My twelve years should be a cautionary tale for you. Even if he's giving you the Luna title now — have you considered that he might just be putting on a show for my benefit?" I didn't say any more than that. I stood up and grabbed my bag to leave. My phone rang. It was the driver — trying to stay calm but barely holding it together.

The satellite phone in her hand pulsed with a rhythmic, golden light—the same hue as the high-level encryption codes used by the Original Twelve. "The Thirteenth Seat?" Xander’s voice was low, a jagged rasp that still carried the vibration of the Sovereign code. He stepped out of the water, his hand never leaving mine. "My father spoke of the Twelve as the limit. A perfect circle of greed. There was never a mention of a thirteenth."

I'd always felt the pull, that invisible thread tugging at my core, but tonight it burned, a fire low in my belly that made my thighs clench. The twins stood at the head of the room, Alphas Xavier and Kale, identical in their towering frames, broad shoulders straining against black shirts that clung to every ridge of muscle. Their eyes stormy gray, piercing locked onto me the moment I entered. Xavier's lips curled into a smirk, his dark hair tousled as if he'd just run his hands through it in frustration. Kale, more intense, his jaw set like carved stone, scanned me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I felt exposed, stripped bare without a

“I can go check on her to see if she still had it.” “What else did you find? What else did they find in the note?” “That’s where the bad news comes in, its just one of the twelve pieces, it looked like the rest had been torn out of the book,” a frown formed on my face, there was an entire book? “How did you know it was twelve?” “the case of the books was found and from the rings it vould be deduced that they were twelve pieces available. Someone knew they were coming and made sure to get rid of it,”

It's a book of classic fairytales. "The Twelve Dancing Princesses," I raise an eyebrow. "Really, Tilly? I didn't know you liked fairytales." She doesn't move, but in my imagination, she smiles a small, secret little smile, the edge of her lips tilting just a little bit. "Okay, if you insist," I smile back, starting at the top of the page. "Once there was a king who had 12 beautiful daughters..." Did her finger just twitch? "Tilly...?"

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.” I didn’t win anything. Across the room, Jace was still watching me. Not like a man looking at a houseguest. Not like a father checking on his daughter’s friend. More like…More like he saw the crack in me and wanted to put his hands there. No. Stop. Absolutely not. I straightened my spine, pretending I wasn’t dying inside, and told myself I was imagining it. I wasn’t. Because later, after Lena dragged my suitcase upstairs and left me with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like a warm hug, I headed downstairs to return the mug—

He revealed, smiling at her. "Oh!" She nodded slowly. "Yeah. So the reason why I gave you exactly twelve books is I want you to remember me, and smile whenever you read those books. As you said, some days back, you usually take an entire month to finish a book. I gifted you twelve books—one for each month that would remind you of me and our bond this entire year." Hunter explained lovingly, obviously, to Kiara's frozen posture. ***** Adams Corps:- "How did he manage to stabilize his shares so soon?" Viaan wondered, creasing his eyebrows.

He fixes his eyes glasses as he opens his arms in an embracing way, smiling and calling. “Well, well, well just when will this book opens?” Asking, yet taunting a warning, but somehow envy, pictures of the twelve as show and flashes fast in front of him. With the images that resemble the original, yet life spins in different directions o the GOD’s will and wants. This very book and world’s design are slowly consuming his patience for the day to come. “Just open it, shall we open, the book of Dylan?” Drawing his favorite and favorable sinister smile, the past and ticking time of that day, flashes back, as he whispers the same words.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen