Candace Camp Books Novels & Stories

Ward didn’t have an IAC, and I was tired of rummaging around in people’s heads without their consent. As much as I didn’t want to tell anyone what had happened, I thought he needed to know anyway, particularly if he was on his way to Shenandoah. He may as well reroute if he could. “Ward, I know this is really weird, but I’m Cadence Findley’s sister, Cassidy, and I’m part Vampire, so I can communicate telepathically. If you can hear me, just think back, ‘Yes,’ and I’ll be able to pick it up.”

Something raw. He dug his fingers into the mattress and exhaled slowly. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him what was wrong. He needed answers. And there was only one person reckless enough to chase a dead girl’s story into the woods. Cass. The next morning came in pale gold, but Aiden barely noticed the sunlight pouring through his curtains. He hadn’t slept. Not really. His dreams had been flooded with howls and glowing eyes. With trees that whispered and shadows that bled.

Cinderella Farmington P.O.V The room is dark and only lit by fire, there's not even a window in sight. Pricilia is chained up, from her legs to her hands, this is the first time am seeing the great Lady pricilia vulnerable. She looks like shit, her beautiful and luxurious hair that has always been pinned so neatly on the top of her head is scattered all over her face. She look like she's been involved in a cat fight, streaks of blood evident on her face and her hair and once gorgeous dress now covered in dirt and mud.

I laid her on the bed and hurriedly went down to bring my bags and hers. “What exactly is between you and Claire that you don't want to talk about, Candice?” I asked myself as I covered her up in a fresh duvet to keep out the cold. I looked around the house maybe I would be able to find anything but I couldn't till I found an old-looking album book. As I was about to open it, I heard her voice from the room. “Camila.” I hurriedly walked over to her and saw her sitting up in bed.

But it is mine. "So you told mom then?" Oliver asks as I begin packing for boot camp. All the light material they said when they called yesterday and said me and Oliver had gotten in and passed most examinations. All that's left now is 10–12 weeks of boot camp and then back before our first deployment, which could be weeks or months. "Yeah. Not happy and I think she's going to rip Dad a new one as well, with how pissed she looked at him" "Cassssi," our 4-year-old sister, Sophia, shouts as she enters my room. She can't say my name properly so she settles for the nickname of Cassi. Most people now call me Cassi, or just Cass for short. I don't mind it.

Group after group wanders by, chattering about it. Candace stood at the front with her family, like last time, but she wore a gray dress this time. We haven’t spoken since last night. It’s harder to find time than I would’ve guessed with how disorganized the whole campground seems to be. “A war?” Disbelief threads through Zain’s voice as he lounges in the low chair across the matching table from mine. “Why the fuck are you asking about war?”

Hale warned. “Besides, you’ll also have me there. That’s bound to get them talking,” Killian added. “You have three powerful Princes at your side. You’re going to be just fine,” Zen rounded off. Nathan smiled. “You’re right. If anything, I should be more worried about my mate going rogue.” The guys laughed at that. “She’s not going anywhere. If anything, she’s about to make things interesting around here.” “True,” they agreed. In Cassidy’s room, the girls were helping her to get ready. Unlike her mate, she would be getting ready twice for each occasion. The make-up looks planned by Vera for the inauguration and the wedding were completely different, and Cassidy was on board with everything.

I say compelling her. I release my fangs and bite her soft perfect neck draining almost half of her blood, she tastes so sweet like brown sugar and honey, I bite my wrist and feed her my blood to heal her neck "you walked out the back of the hotel, tripped going through the fence and passed out in the paddock" I compell her, then I vanish from her sight. It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why.

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.