Decisive Novels & Stories

And honestly, that was one of the decisions I dreaded making. “Well, I hope whatever your decision is, it brings the best for you,” Dr.Degrassee said. “Which is Weston Hale,” Dr.Merch added. “See you around, Dr.Windsor. Choose wisely.” With that said, she turned around to leave but my gaze lingered on her retreating figure for longer than it should have. Seeing as I was not going to stop anytime soon, Dr.Degrassee demanded my attention by clearing his throat. “I shall take your leave too, I suppose. Your friends are eagerly waiting for you to join them. Going out for a little celebration, aren’t you?”

He'll never feel secure unless Kayden is completely destroyed. Robin pressed his lips and simply put the file back onto the desk. Before he left, Magnolia stopped him. "What about the drug I told you to buy? The one that permanently damages the nerves? Give it to Kayden as soon as possible. That way, he won't have to live on false hope much longer…" Robin's face flushed red in anger as he slammed a bottle of medicine onto the desk. A second later, the door slammed shut hard enough to shake the room.

Even these gross hard ginger candies my mother-in-law told me about don't work. Disgusted at the thought of eating another one, I toss the offending candy back in my drawer and slam it shut just as Steve jumps out of his chair, arms raised victoriously. "Woo hoo! Nailed it! Did you see that three-pointer?" he yells, eyes still glued to the monitor. "Nailed it!"

“Look at this. Coordinated attacks. They’re planning to wipe out our safe houses. They want us scattered, isolated.” Lena exhaled sharply, her expression tightening. “We’re exposed. They’re already closing in.” ⸻ Dominic rose slowly. The weight of leadership wasn’t just in his stance — it was in his silence, the way he paused before speaking, knowing every word could mean life or death. “We need a new plan,” he said finally. “Something bold. Something they’ll never see coming.” He began to pace, the shadows stretching across the room with each step. Then he stopped cold. “We take the fight to him. Hale’s fortress. His command center. If we bring it down, we break his hold.”

Even my parents' most trusted allies turned against me, hoping for their share. With an iron fist and ruthless determination, I drove away all those eyeing the Summers' assets—some ended up bankrupt, others in prison. Then, I met Zayn, who seemed like a ray of sunshine—warm, bright, and gentle. For him, I had hidden my claws and masked my strong personality. After he joined the Summers Group, I had even stepped back from the company's operations, at least on the surface. I took a deep breath, calming myself down. That feeling of complete control was exhilarating. Everything was falling into place, and I was just waiting for my prey to walk into my trap.

Micah had enough with the games, my little mate was a big fighter, a great warrior, all the training he endured growing up, are now showing, all the tiredness from the days before were gone now, he got a goal, he's going to win this. Micah jumped over Joshua, he knew where to go, he knew that Joshua was trying to trick him, but Micah knew the trick, he won, he had his teeth locked around Joshua's neck, and finally killed him, he was dead, Micah is now the alpha, but then he decided to throw me in, he thinks we're going to fight? He think my mate would kill me? "An alpha isn't afraid to show dominance," alpha Balde says with a cold chuckle, he knew what he was doing, "Show us now Micah, kill

But in assumption. ⸻ “And when he realizes that?” I asked. Shawn didn’t answer immediately. Because that— Was the pivot point. ⸻ “He won’t,” he said finally. “Not until it’s too late.” ⸻ That sent something quiet through me. Not doubt. Not hesitation. But awareness. ⸻ Because “too late”— Wasn’t just strategic. It was decisive. ⸻ The office emptied slower that evening. Not unusually. But noticeably. ⸻

“They’re sleeping like rocks. Don’t worry.” His lips found mine again, his gaze burning. I stopped resisting and leaned against his shoulder with my eyes closed, letting myself sink into the warmth. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against mine. His voice was deep and rough. “I still want to break that b*stard’s bones for what he did to you.” I shook my head. “He’s already a pathetic failure. Don’t dirty your hands because of him.” Daniel’s expression turned cold. “He deserves it.”

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

Time to end this one way or another. ***