Crowley And Aziraphale Novels & Stories

Just days after being discharged from the hospital, my husband’s adopted sister, Wendy Crowley, went live. Crying on a rooftop, she accused me of causing her miscarriage. "The ultrasound already showed it was a boy… and that woman took his life! "She can’t have children herself, so she couldn’t stand that I could. I want her to pay for my child’s death!" My husband, Tristan Crowley, believed every word. "Wendy, I failed to protect you. If I’d known she hated you this much, I would’ve locked her away long ago." The livestream sparked outrage. Everyone demanded justice. "This is murder. She’s rotten to the core!" "Where’s the law? Lock her up immediately!" However, when Tristan and Wendy tracked me down–still streaming live–everyone watching… broke down in tears.

Jayden, Alpha of Blood moon Pack, the second strongest Pack in East blue. He never cared a shit about the mate bond. When Jayden found his mate in Zoraya, a lowlife slave in his Pack, he became certain that the moon goddess was nothing but a joker who just sits up on her throne and pairs people up as per her wish. Unwilling to accept the bond with a horrible looking slave like Zoraya, Jayden rejected Zoraya and forbade her from telling anyone of the bond they shared. However, things took a drastic turn when Jayden spent one night with Zoraya after an argument with his girlfriend, Melissa. Zoraya became Jayden's bed slave and just when she thought that things couldn't get worse, she was banished from the Pack by Melissa. Zoraya was welcomed in Mallorca, where she started life anew. Her life took another turn when she found out that the Alpha king, Axel Crowley is her second chance mate. Will Zoraya give Jayden another chance? Who will she choose? Jayden Or Axel? What is Zoraya's identity?

On one mid-autumn day, my national classified mission finally came to an end. I dug out the phone I hadn't touched for four years, planning to call my wife, Nora Christie, and tell her that I'd be coming home. But the moment my phone screen lit up, I saw a public court notice declaring me… dead. I froze. Then, I looked closer. The person who had filed the petition to have me legally declared dead was Nora. Frowning with confusion, I dialed her number. With a soft chuckle, she brushed it off, saying that it must have been a clerical error by some court intern. Then, she asked when I would be coming home. Just when I was about to answer, I heard a soft, restrained moan from Nora. "Ah, don't touch me there…" Realizing something wasn't right, I told her that I would be back in a few more years before hanging up. Then, I grabbed the medal I had earned from four years of service to my country, and took the next train home. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I arrived. Right outside my front door, Nora was holding a wedding ceremony. The groom was Henry Crowley, the poor student I had sponsored!