Brandon Sanderson Standalone Books Novels & Stories

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Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

Tenderness. He’s a blood drinker, she reminded herself, but the warning bounced back with a rebuttal that came from deep within her: perhaps, but he’s also a prince. Those things were both his birthrights, and both were labels that did nothing to describe the man himself. Finn, the lycan, was dark and sexy; Finn the warrior was driven and determined to fulfill his promises. But at the same time, Finn the man was very real.

Raphael sat back down and snapped to produce a book. Then he snapped again to produce a glass of brandy, turning it silver with his touch, before starting to read. Raziel snapped to produce himself some brandy as well, turning it gold with his touch. He just sat there in silence, sipping his drink slowly. It looked as if he were deep in thought, which, I'm sure he was. I didn’t want to drink, I didn’t want to think… I didn’t even want to breathe without her. She was only Human, she could be in god knows what kind of danger. I had to shake the thought from my mind. I couldn’t imagine her being somewhere she couldn’t defend herself because she was Human in a supernatural world.

- I admitted with a bit of amusement, although I grew serious shortly after seeing Oliver's expression. This situation was not at all funny and I knew I had to learn to fight as well. Fortunately, I trusted Oliver to teach me whatever I needed. After returning home, I began to study the books as well, especially all mentions of werewolves, especially young, wild individuals who avoided packs in order to live completely free. ~~~~~~~~~

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

“Eight. You could start with the first one and see how you like it. Each book can be read as a standalone, so you don’t have to worry about cliffhangers at the end.” I nodded. “Okay, yeah. I’ll check it out.” She beamed, and I felt weird sort of pride for making her smile that way. She pulled her phone out of her cardigan pocket and swiped it open. “I actually have some mood boards I created based on the series. I know it’s dorky, but I want to give you a sense of the vibe.” “Lay them on me,” I encouraged. This felt like old times, so I was going to read every one of those dragon books to have something to talk to her about even if I hated them.

The book is available in Goodnovel Website. Please do check it out. https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002795/null/Addicted-to-you Book Order 1. Until I Met You 2. Broken without You 3. Addicted to You (Can be read as a stand-alone book too) Happy Reading!

“I don't know. It was inches from me, burning its green eyes into mine and the next thing I knew...you were touching me.” He ran his hands through his hair with irritation. Pouting, I leaned my back against the bookcase with my arms pressed tightly against my chest. Out of nowhere, a book tumbled to the ground from the top shelf of the towering bookcase. Liam and I looked at each other intrigued. Bending down, I grabbed the weighted, brown book embossed with a gold triangular shape on the cover. The triangle had a latch, enclosing two lustrous-gold wedding bands; both engraved with flaming infinity patterns. Eyes widened, and Liam and I, were hypnotized by the shimmering beauty the rings hel