Chrysalis Book Novels & Stories

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

He was in shock himself as the image of the new Chaos has already been projected through their mate bond when Kiara mistakenly let her walls down. Wrapping his arms around Kiara, he stirred her towards the woods. They walked in silence. Letting the forest and nature calm them down. They both knew that the coming days was going to leave a dent in their lives but what they both feared was the unknown. The extreme change in Chaos and the consequences that may follow. Matthews knew his alpha was way past redemption, when he found out the morning after Chaos’s mating ceremony that he was the only person carrying the family crest of his mate’s family.

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.

Crystal took the notebook and started solving it happily. Rayan put his hand on the table and rest his chin on his hands, turning to Crystal, staring at her. How come he is falling for a girl when he doesn't want to fall for her? She was pulling him towards her like a magnet to steel. She has more power than a magnet.

🖤 Jacob 🖤 If my life was a book, this is exactly where they would write it. And they lived happily ever after. I was aware of how ridiculous that sounded, given everything given eight years of Stella’s architecture, given a bullet, given a divorce and five years of missing mornings that I was now present for every single day. But the chaos was genuinely, actually, verifiably over, and what had replaced it was something I didn’t have a better word for than happiness, which felt insufficient and was also completely accurate.

He started going harsher and deeper that the couch swayed as my eyes widened, breath lodged in my throat when Christian stirred. At that moment, my climax washed over me. I twisted in different angles while biting hard on my palm. Slowly he fell asleep back. The cock in my hole jerked and spouted his semen deep into my hole. Then he withdrew his cock and slapped my pussy lightly as though trying to keep the cum from slipping out. My breath grew heavy. Even when I heard his footsteps drifting away, I still could not move. That was crazy! My hand had barely pulled down my dress when I turned.

Too many moving parts, too many loose ends and it was too messy. I'd blatantly refused. And days later, they brought me the redhead upstairs. A collateral, he'd said. Now he says she was a present? I looked at him and his smile widened. “The girl,” he clarified. “Has she been a hard nut to crack?” A small smile pulled at my mouth. “She talks too much," I simply said. That earned another laugh. Cruz grinned. “That means she still has spirit," he shrugged. "Give it time.”

“Let’s start the lesson.” We sat at the table. I had chosen a white blouse again, but this time I left four buttons undone from the beginning. The deep V showed the lace of my bra and plenty of cleavage. Alex’s eyes locked on it immediately. He licked his lips slowly. “Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me today again,” he muttered. “Please focus, Alex,” I said, opening the book. “Full attention for the whole hour. That was the deal.” He tried. For the first fifteen minutes he actually read the passage and took notes. But then his eyes started drifting again.

she spoke with her chest tightening. “I will go with them and will never let anything to happen to any of them” Steve spoke comforting Crysta, who nodded her head in anxiety. “mom, don’t worry. Getting the book is the first step to defeat that witch and to reach Theo” Lily spoke in a determined tone. “but you don’t have your powers back” Crysta cried in tension “And that is why, I am joining with her.” Melinda who was silent for a while uttered her thoughts.