Divergent: Book 1 Novels & Stories

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

Her mind continuously generates a dark loop stating that her spirit is completely shattered and fundamentally unworthy of his clean alignment. The following morning watch, a blaring, maximum-volume audio siren from my slate violently jolts my system out of a deep rest cycle. In a complete, half-asleep daze, my hand sweeps blindly across the nightstand furs to isolate the device, authorizing the incoming bridge.

Chloe gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as a blinding flash of red light exploded in her blind vision. The heavy automatic rifle slipped from her trembling hands, clattering loudly onto the wet concrete dock. "Chloe!" Julian shouted, lunging forward to catch her as her knees completely buckled. Deep within the dark, starving void of her cerebral cortex, the single red ember of the System suddenly roared back to life. It was not the pristine, comforting blue interface she had relied upon for months. It was a terrifying, violent crimson grid that pulsed with dark, predatory energy. A single line of jagged, bleeding text materialized in her mind, accompanied by a deafening mechanical screech that

My fingers trembled as I dropped the file onto the table again, stepping back like it might burn me. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, this doesn’t make sense…” But it did and that was the problem. It made too much sense. I pressed my hands against my temples, trying to slow my thoughts down, but they wouldn’t listen. Everything kept crashing into each other, my husband, my brother, that night, the lies… It was too much. I stumbled back until I hit the couch and dropped into it, my chest rising too fast. “This is crazy…” I muttered but deep down, something had already shifted.

he begged softly still knocking at her door. The door wrenched open revealing Faye, he walked straight into her room. A suitcase was casually standing close to where she stood with her hands crossed on eachother as she await his move, everywhere was quiet there was no music and the TV was off. There was no life in the apartment despite the heavy downpour and loud rumbling thunder outside, the weather was freezing cold but not as cold as the thick ice around Daylan.

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

I so can't wait. When I'm done exploring the house, I walk to the lounge to watch TV. I love the fact that their Prime Video subscription is connected to their TV. I'm a Prime Video girl because it's so underrated and the series and movies there? Especially those that used to be novels first. I used to read W*****d novels and now most of them have turned into movies or series on Prime Video. How cool is that? “What are you watching?” Bangizwe walks in. He went out earlier.