Cliffhanger Novels & Stories

—more warning rather than threat? The cliffhanger was no longer over the end of their relationship. Rather, it was over the potential for murder. And the chilling possibility that the real enemy was still out there, waiting in the shadows they just believed they'd left behind. —-

Not in structure. Not in function. But in alignment. Because for the first time the system wasn’t alone. And neither were they. Cliffhanger.

Chapter Six: Aftershock The sirens arrived too late to matter. They wailed somewhere below the penthouse, distant and impersonal, like an apology from a system that had already failed. Ronan ignored them. His focus was narrowed to the weight in his arms, the slow, uneven rise and fall of Elliot’s chest against his own. Elliot was burning but quieter now. No longer flaring, no longer spiraling. Just simmering, heat contained by proximity and exhaustion.

Every single person at the table is staring at me. “Alpha Hall,” Lilith repeats softly, savoring each syllable. Faye clapped her hands lightly. “Oh good. We’re all rooming together. How domestic.” I scan the table again. Alaric is watching.Not amused. Not surprised. Just satisfied. As if this outcome had already been calculated, decided and he knew the end game. The stained-glass window at the far end of the hall caught my attention again—sunlight pouring through fractured images of humans battling something monstrous. Shapes drawn in gold and shadow. Limbs too long. Eyes too hollow.

Her expression turned terrified, and her voice trembled as she shouted, "Don't push me--Lena, what are you doing--don't push me!" She fell backward. I stood where I was. I didn't reach out. I didn't touch her. And unlike in my last life, I didn't try to grab her. I didn't even move a finger. Chloe's body was already leaning backward. Her expression shifted from fear to triumph. Because she thought she was about to hang suspended in midair. The comments would explode. She would go viral. The rope snapped tight. Then-- A crisp crack sounded. Like a dry branch breaking.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

I could not drive him away because I felt I was feeling too weak. "Because of the infidelity scene you did, my son disappeared! My son died! You know I was pregnant but you still managed to play in front of me even though there was a chance that my children and I would ruin! What kind of person are you! How many times have you ruined us? my babies! "I shrieked and finally fell to my feet. Andrei quickly supported me. "My brother's life is also at stake at that moment Cassandra!" she shouted back and cried again.

I selected shuffle and Slow Grenade by Ellie Goulding came on, and the song was damn appropriate for my life right now. One of the lines specifically spoke to me, “Why don’t I stop it? It’s like a part of me must want it, that’s why I’m not running from it,” it was slightly true for me, I was fighting it by telling Damien to keep away from my dreams, but I found myself sad when he actually listened to me and said he would.

You know that's impossible right? I gulped down my glass of latte and I sighed out in satisfaction. "I know, but it would be if he keeps up with his stupid attitude. He's too cold and arrogant and that'll make him die early." "Ari" She said in between laughs and I shrugged. "I'm stating facts here. Too much coldness isn't good. No one likes cold-hearted people and he being cold will chase people away from him and then he'll be lonely and boom! Depression comes in before you know it he's looking like a man of seventy at the age of thirty five, sitting on his rocking chair doing nothing but drinking coffee and watching old people's program. The next thing you'll hear is that he was found dead