Cought Novels & Stories

Oh no, not again that caring phase! ______

Not just attraction. Not just curiosity. Something deeper. Something dangerous.

In fact, it was the first time I had cried in almost a month. Stepping out of the shower, I stood on the plush bath towel and wrapped another around my body. I used a free hand to wipe the fog from the mirror and saw just how sad I looked. My copper skin looked dull, and I had bags under my eyes. My hair even looked sad. My natural curls seemed limp and hung sullenly around my face. I sniffed up a little snot that started to creep from my nose as my tears continued to fall before I brushed my hair up into a messy ponytail. My towel slipped from my body exposing my petite, size six frame. My mother was definitely going to have a fit when she saw me. I came from a family of thick women, so I w

After several feet, I fell into a pond. I immediately tried to move my hands to get out, but I found myself suddenly paralyzed, and my nose, which seemed out of control, continued breathing. Breathing in water caused me to cough uncontrollably and swallow more water. But that was the last of my worries as I found myself drowning slowly down the seemingly endless pond, and my consciousness was fading fast.

And she doesn’t even have the right time to visit the doctor so that she will know what is wrong with her and why she couldn't sleep. She opened her eyes when she heard someone clearing his throat and Grey dropping her head on the chair with no aids. When she finally opened the eyes, she came face to face with their boss, Mr Tate. Taking her time, she rearranged her hair and everything that was tangled. "Good morning Mr. There." She heard Grey greeting while, she standing, thinking of what to say about his dressing or anything he does. Tate turned to face Hazel waiting for their greeting. "Good morning." She said but it came out as stutter..

Red. Her brows furrowed at the text. Watching it as if it was a lump thrown from outer space, she didn't realise when he came out of bathroom, already ready, wearing formals. He recognized the glimpse of distress on her features, reflecting in his own furrow of brows. He came closer, briskly taking his phone that she was watching like a volcano, seeing as their eyes connected, her worried, his curious.

He looked at me sideways, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Do you need help getting off the floor? Or are you capable of doing that yourself too?" Cain asked. I sighed before holding out my hands. He bent down and pulled me up gently. As soon as I was on my feet, my ankle gave out again and I found myself falling forward into Cain's chest. He caught me all too willingly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders in what felt more like an intimate embrace than a supporting catch. "You really should have had someone look at that foot," he said in a low voice.

I smiled. Tbc.... How do you think he met and what do you think of Cata

Tears fall quickly down my face, and at this point, I don’t even care. “Miss Price……” his voice fades into the background, as I perceive an amazing smell, pleasant to my nostrils. I feel my Wolf jump inside me, and I am about to turn to see the one who smelled so good when I feel someone grab me and inhale my scent. “Mine,” a voice whispers hungrily. I close my eyes in fear. Slowly, I open my eyes. And I see him. With terror, I quickly realize that Don Richardo is my other mate, and he is so scary.