Dawn Andrews Novel Novels & Stories

] NOAH Andrew's room is very cozy, I look carefully at every detail and wonder where I'll sleep, because the room has a huge four-poster bed, a bookcase next to the window that is on the right side, some armchairs, a study table, at the left a door with access to the bathroom, and a white wardrobe with golden details, in the same style as the bed. I walk to the window, look at the garden, everything that happened comes to my mind, I'm not afraid, but the idea of ​​being where the enemy lives, and having to deal with him, is disturbing. I'm so distracted I don't realize Andrew has come out of the bathroom. Our eyes meet. I feel his hand on my shoulder, I turn towards him, the Prince has wet h

The papers she discovered by Andrew as he slept indicated that Blackwood Enterprises was struggling, and Andrew had hidden it from her. Dawn broke, but the storm inside her refused to settle. Andrew came close to his wife to give her a morning kiss, but Vivian pulled herself away from him. Andrew couldn't believe what she did. "Vivian? What's the matter? Andrew asked. She folded her arms, her bright eyes keen. "Nothing. Only that I'm not in the mood." He breathed out, his wolf stiffening in response to the strain. "I can tell when something is off." "Speak to me."

*** One Year at the Compound The morning alarm never sounded anymore. Elena's internal clock woke her at 4 AM precisely, body ready for the day's first transformation. One year of conditioning had rewired her circadian rhythms around Morgan's brutal schedule. She shifted in bed, feeling the comfortable weight of muscle that hadn't existed twelve months ago. The cabin that had once felt like a sanctuary now seemed too small, walls unable to contain the energy thrumming through enhanced cells. Outside, pre-dawn darkness offered perfect training conditions. Elena shifted mid-leap from her doorway, four paws hitting frost-covered ground in silence. The compound slept, but she had work to do.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading. Thank you for staying, patiently waiting and finally dropping at this destination with me. This is the final drop of Dawn Meek, and Ryder Smith, our very first couple. If you're yet to read my other books, you can check out SIN AND HATRED WITH BENEFITS. They're both completed and I assure you'll love them. If you're into brother's best friend, you can go for SIN and HATRED WITH BENEFITS if you love enemies with benefits, but I'd recommend to read both, haha

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.

I would never do something like that to Laynie. "No, I do n-not. As I'm sure you guys found out, I l-lost a whole year of my life. I'm not sure what's going on, but when can I see Laynie?" The detectives share a look, then both look to Dr. Toring. Stephanson drops his head with a loud sigh then leaves the room. Andrews comes closer to my bed pulling out a little notebook and pen from his shirt pocket. He writes something down on the pad then rips out the paper and places it on the nightstand next to me. I don't even glance at it. Even if I did grab it, I can't see much anymore. The pain is intense and I'm starting to fade. Nurse Candice walks in and starts setting up a bag with liquid onto t

The morning dawned gray and cold, the sun struggling to break through the thick blanket of clouds hanging over the mountains. Wind howled against the cabin walls, rattling the windows in their frames and sending occasional gusts of snow across the glass. The storm had returned during the night, covering the landscape in a fresh layer of white. Chloe woke slowly. For several seconds, she didn't remember where she was. Then everything came rushing back. The warehouse. The fire. Arthur. Sloane.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Ava’s POV The morning sun filtered through the hotel room curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed. I stirred awake, stretching my limbs as the soft rays nudged me from the depths of sleep. My first instinct was to reach for Andrew, who lay beside me, his face relaxed in slumber. I smiled, feeling grateful for the peaceful morning. Days like this were a rarity, and I wanted to savor every moment. “Andrew,” I whispered, gently shaking him. “It’s time to wake up.”