Dark Deception Mama Bear Novels & Stories

The same window that looked out over the same field and the same line of trees at the edge of the property. I slept better than I had in months. The nightmares still came sometimes, flashes of leather and blindfolds and cold voices, but they faded faster. I woke up in the morning and the sun was warm and the birds were singing and I was still there in my own bed in my own house and nothing bad had happened. I started to believe I was going to be okay. On the third day, I was sitting on the porch with a glass of lemonade when my mother came out and sat down in the chair next to me. She was quiet for a long moment, just rocking back and forth, looking out at the field.

. When I woke up, I was chained to a f*cking wall, and I looked up to see my daughter inside a cage. She was screaming, and I saw what I thought was a man standing behind her. When I got a closer look, I saw the creature wasn’t a man. He looked like a half-man, half-tarantula. He was an ugly motherf*cker. I saw this bald woman in a black dress walk into the room and she told her men to hold me down. She told me to say goodbye to Brittany and then she made me watch this Boneseeker man eat my little girl. She tricked me and told me that if I signed this contract, she would spare Brittany’s life, but I was signing a contract to have my baby sacrificed. I told my daughter that I loved her, but I

And only then could the Keeper fully reclaim his variable. --- The children were unaware of the true source of their mother’s suffering. They noticed fatigue, pallor, quiet cries in the night—but nothing explained the constant, creeping dread that had entered their home. Lerato hid it as best she could, masking weakness with determination, fear with purpose. But every night, in the quiet hours, she felt herself being drained by something that knew her heart, her love, her every instinct. It was the darkness. And it was hungry. --- Doctors tried to help. Nurses tried to care. Friends offered support.

I'm starting to wonder what this kid is. She told me that she didn’t remember anything before waking up with Oshey almost six years ago, but she often dreams of wolves. I wish I could speak to Darius. He is the leader of the local Dreamwalkers. I think he might be able to help me sort out my thoughts. ~~~ "Alex, I'm taking Cammie to meet a friend. Would you mind feeding the fish until I get back?" Oshey asked as she packed two backpacks.

I started to stand up but my father held me down. “I don’t think that it’s a good idea.” “You will NOT tell me I cannot see my mate. My wolf is whimpering and won’t clam down either until she sees him.” I pushed my father away as best as I could. “I don’t like that fact that the Dark Wolf is my mate but there’s NOTHING I can do about it. The Moon Goddess gave him to me for a reason and maybe that’s because I’m the only one strong enough to change him and better him. Now let me go to him!”

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.

Amanda wiped her tears and stood up slowly. If she couldn't be Alpha Jake's love anymore, then maybe she could still uncover the truth. And that, at least, gave her a reason to keep going. Meanwhile, in another wing of the Moon Crest Pack mansion, Mara had already started blending in as one of the new maids. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, and her apron was spotless. She kept her head down, just like the others, and moved quickly from room to room, always looking busy. But her real goal wasn't cleaning-it was watching.

written in the Jakalorn native language. Inside the Black Panther’s hovel is a living space the size of a master bedroom that one would find in a castle or fort. On one side are old and used bunk beds that have unmade sheets and lightly feathered pillows on the ground. In the middle of the room is a transference altar, the same one that Malakai had in his bedroom. Though this altar is made from dirty stone and the orbs in the middle that holds the rosmalt together also have specs of grim around the orb and all across the staff and centerpiece of the pedestal. There is one section dedicated to bathing. There are two tubes that are filled with clean water that ever so slightly overflows. The s

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze. “I think he is not really alone” a voice behind me “What makes you think he is not alone?” “You see Mr. Carter, there are a lot of stars and moon at the same galaxy where the sun is, it’s just that he is the brightest of all the stars and he shine on different time here on earth.” “Well he looks alone to me” “He is just too bright that it overpowers the other stars. Not because you cannot see it means they are not actually there.” “Well said, anyway what should I call you again?” I turn and face to the woman Andrea hires for me