Dawn Andrews Novel Novels & Stories

WRITERS POV~~ * Darkness dawned on the kingdom of sorex, just like every other night, with the wind chimes at the bar turning at every gust of wind from the windows, while nobles and normal wolves alike often came to the bar to have a life outside theirs and to fuck omegas alike, anything to give them the feeling of freedom But it was also a place where one could get a lot of intel about the nobles and royals, that was why Andrew had made his way to the tavern, an inside man had information on his targets and he wanted to see to it himself, yes, he was at the party and watched the particular scene that had happened before him, it was a rather surprising experience to see one of the four targ

"Goodnight." After dinner, I went back to my room, tired for no reason, I actually thought this day would end the way it was but it didn’t, I kinda I feel great. I opened the curtains so I could see the moon high above the city building. The sounds from below caused me slowly fall asleep. ANDREW POV

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

“How do you plan on doing that?” Dawn sips the coffee and stands up to walk towards the small aquarium, her movements graceful but deliberate. After staring at the fishes which are caged like Spring soon will be, She crosses the room to the large windows, staring out over the gardens. The scent of Roses and seasonal flowers floats in the air, but all she can think about is the stench of revenge. “She’s an addict, and addicts are predictable. She’s hiding her addiction and substance abuse from her colleagues, but it’s only a matter of time before she slips. I’ll make sure that time comes sooner rather than later.”

How the fuck did they all got here? Aunt let go of my hand as she tries to push through, but they only get closer, questions after questions filling my ear. Guards push through them, surrounding me and I move away from aunt immediately, following the guards. We push through the crowd and I shake my head as I stare at Aunt from behind. ~ Dawn, we heard your family isn't pleased with the decision you've made. What do you plan on doing with this? Where the fuck did they even learn something like that? What's with these people and prying into other's people lives.

All the tears that were about to break out disappeared, replaced by joy and delight. “Mama! Mama!” Farrah smiled, her pain minimized. Sure enough, if Dior is her kryptonite, then Dae is her antidote. “Hi, baby. Did you miss mama?” * Farrah's dreaming. Inside her dream, there seems to be endless darkness and the only thing she could see was a large iron door covered with cobwebs, dust, and dirt, proving that the door she was seeing wasn't opened for a very long time. There's no sound, just deafening silence. She took a step forward, another, and another. When she was in front of the door, she hesitantly stretched her arm, checking if the door was locked.

Why should I swallow my pain and live on her terms? In the fifth hour, I laid out everything in the main hall. Every single thing Ethan had done to me. Every piece of evidence of what she and Ethan had plotted together to destroy my family. I want her to spend the rest of her life unable to sleep or eat in peace. Then midnight passed. Two days left. The wedding was two days away. Ethan had run out of patience. He sent people to wait for me downstairs early that morning. I accepted his challenge and boarded the luxury yacht he had prepared.

He said to make sure I was Ok, but I think we both knew he just wanted to look at my ass. The hike itself was level and easy but the guys still had to take breaks to let me catch up. I still felt out of sorts and didn’t like that my panties were wet and were rubbing up against my nylon shorts. I was still horny beyond belief. I wasn’t just horny because of what Daniel did to me, or rather what he didn’t do to me; but because I was walking with three godly men, alone, in the wilderness. As I was walking, I started daydreaming about my encounters with them. My time in the hot tub with Nate, the kitchen table with Oliver, and Daniel, oh God, Daniel, his tongue in my ass! I must have completely

It was the best. Zelda walked over to the window, before she propped the curtains aside gently, the gentle breeze of New York city greeted her, she enjoyed the warmth, and rubbed her cheeks. She stared at the huge living room that consisted of a rack of books, the huge couch that lined from the center of the room down to the end of the room. It was glorious, and for this first time in her life, Zelda was living this kind of life. She didn't know what to say, how to feel, but she knew it was something better.