Novel & Cerita Book Seventeen

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

We walked into the warrior building, and everyone went silent until Nathan spoke. “I would like to introduce everyone to Summer, she is Beta Noah's mate and is the newest member of our pack, and this is her friend Sophie who is staying with us for a few days to help Summer settle in. I want everyone to welcome them and treat them with the respect they deserve”. Once he finished, everyone went back to their small group training except for Celeste, who came running over and wrapped her arms around both of us.

"Well, he maintains an exceptionally demanding schedule. The fact that he showed up at all is already something. What more can we expect?" Mrs. Cunningham’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Then, as if flipping a switch, she turned with a bright smile and handed Darren a plate of strawberries. "Darren, this is your favorite. Deanna flew them in this morning." Darren gestured for me to sit beside him. I ignored it and took a seat farthest from him. "When did Deanna get pregnant?" I asked calmly. "Lydia already knows, yet I’m the only one still in the dark."

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

He looked like a man who was ready to kill. ​“Julian Thorne,” Xavier said, his voice a low, lethal purr. “The man who leaves women in burning buildings. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” ​“The Blackwell heir,” Julian sneered. “You look just like your father. Especially with that gun in your hand.” ​“Leave,” Xavier said. “Now. Before I decide that the carpet needs a new shade of red.” ​“I’m not leaving without the drive,” Julian said. He reached into his jacket, and for a second, the air in the room froze.

Chapter 1 Understanding Isabella Seventeen. 17 years of life. 17 years of waiting. Waiting for this boring life to have... well life. Everyday it’s just the same damn thing. Wake-up, school, sleep. I have been doing this school thing for most of my life and I can’t say it's fun. I have but only two friends. Who are amazing! Let’s just say I’m not that popular. I’m more on the nerdy side—well if dumb nerds exist.

He swiftly turns us so that I’m now underneath him, “This is your day babe, not mine.” His large toned body is now above me, “hold on, don’t move,” he says descending from my wanting body. I look over to him as he rummages through his closet reaching for something on the highest shelf. He returns with a cheesy birthday bag with balloons printed all over it. Honestly, coming from such a badass guy it’s pretty comical and adorable to see it. Jul is actually a pretty big teddy bear at heart, not many would know that though. He hands over the bag, “Happy birthday babe.”

Again and again and again and again and— She presses her fingers to her sternum. Breathes. The candle gutters as a draft moves through the room. The flame holds. She is seventeen years old. She lives inside the most hidden territory on the continent, protected by the most ancient bloodline in the known world, surrounded by women who have devoted their lives to preserving hers. She has never been to war. She has never been in danger. She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born.

Seventeen was supposed to be easy. Or at least tolerable. Julianne never asked for a fairytale. Just a normal, boring senior year. One where she didn’t have to fake-smile through awkward dinners, flinch every time her phone buzzed, or pretend she didn’t see her parents’ marriage crumbling. She only found out her dad had left when she saw a post-it note on the fridge. No ‘I love you,’ no hug to say goodbye. Sometimes, she wondered if her parents ever really cared about her. Even when they were present in her lives, she had always felt alone.