Cliffhanger Novels & Stories

Susan frowned and stamped her feet on the floor. Caleb leaned towards Wendy and whispered, “Hilton isn’t sexually active as I am. Do this and I will satisfy you beyond your expectation. Susan tried to hear what he was saying but she heard nothing. The next thing she saw was Caleb holding his cheeks after a loud slap was heard. Caleb had crossed his boundaries and Wendy couldn’t help but give him a slap. “I am not cheap!” Wendy muttered. Caleb didn’t expect her slap to exert such pain on him. Noticing blood dripping from the side of his lips, he screamed.

⸻ Cliffhanger Amara retreats to her room, holding the contract page close. She wonders: Is Kassem truly protective, or is this the start of something darker? Meanwhile, Kassem watches from the study, silently vowing to prove that love and control can coexist—whether she believes him or not.

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

The rear track clipped the edge of the ice. CRASH. Sebastian’s snowmobile slammed into the ice cliff, shattering. Sebastian and Harper were thrown forward. "Grapple!" Sebastian yelled. He activated the winch built into his left gauntlet. THWIP. A steel cable shot out, embedding itself in the ice near Jack’s snowmobile. The cable went taut instantly. Sebastian swung in the air, dangling over the water. His right hand was gripping Harper’s wrist. She was hanging below him, her boots skimming the waves.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened