Dolores Cannon First Book Novels & Stories

Cassandra POV "Babe, the first batch of my book is sold out!" I screamed at the phone. The excitement was all over me and I can't control it. This wasn't my first book to get published but the response from readers for this book really surprised me. I called Scarlet and informed her about the good news once I received the congratulations message from my boss and colleagues this morning. "I told you, I have trust in you. So, I'm expecting some special treat tonight. Are we going to celebrate this?" She asked on the other line.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

Doreon felt a shiver run through his body, no one was moving or breathing, everything was still. "I can't deny you something that doesn't belong to you," Doreon replied without any emotion, a voice that didn't even sound like his own. The man looked him straight in the eye. "Too bad," he said, shrugging. "Your bones will adorn my garments." Then he spread his arms and the sky exploded with a rumble that shook the earth. **** For any news on the book, f****w me on @/cristina_v_author

Find out here on BOOK II OF CAITRONA's DESIRE also now known as PROPERLY YOUR ROOKIE GIRL! Do you miss the cast of book 1? Here you have to read about them again but as an elderly person. This story belongs to Angelo Dellucci, can you show the love of the parents to the son? Soon you've to read this book on GOOD NOVEL if you can't find the complete books here on W*****d. REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on Goodnovel💋

Arrows rained down, finding eyes, throats, hearts, but the things didn't stop, growing even fiercer by the minute. It was going to take a nuclear. One took five shafts through the skull before collapsing, its limbs still twitching toward the walls like a dying worm that had been sprayed with salt. "Fire cannons! Now! Steady⌨️, wait for the wind… now!" Dante's voice was barely recognizable, his vocal cords shredded by the shift as he repeated his command over and over again, the blast of gunpowder and canons making its own dirge. The world exploded in orange and heat as the first cannonball tore through the ranks. Chunks of rotting flesh splattered the courtyard below. A severed wolf head lan

In a chaotic delivery room, a woman was screaming and sweating like she was at a rock concert. "Push, push, push!" the doctor urged. "I can't do it!" she wailed. But she could, and she did. And just like that, a beautiful baby girl entered the world. The woman fainted from exhaustion, but the doctors were elated at the successful delivery. Meanwhile, in a dark, mysterious cave, a man was chanting strange words. Suddenly, he felt a strange vibration throughout his body and looked up to see unfamiliar words written on the cave wall.

Each point of contact a small fire that stayed lit long after his hand was gone. I walked away. Didn't look back. Dawn was six hours away. And somewhere in a cell at Shadow Peak, a pregnant woman was counting the minutes until someone came for her. I was coming.

The door locked behind her with a soft click, and she was alone—alone in enemy territory, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than collateral damage in a war she never asked to be part of. Her hands trembling, Catalina sank onto the edge of the bed. The weight of everything crashed down on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to cry. She cried for Luca, the boy she had never met but now felt responsible for. She cried for her father, trapped somewhere she couldn’t reach. And she cried for herself—lost, terrified, and unsure how she would survive this ordeal. This version refines the pacing, dialogue, and descriptions, keeping the tension high while adding depth to Catalina

Karen kicked him so hard that his world spun when he fell, butt first. "Karen..you." He stammered, wondering what he had done. "And I'll kick you even harder when you dare think that I care for you." She barked and went back to sit on her chair, sipping her coffee leisurely. Rasmore's wolf chuckled, and he quickly knew what he wanted to remind him of. The first day he met Karen, she had done the same thing. That day, he spilled coffee on himself while staring at the beauty. He couldn't understand why someone would be as beautiful as her. Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, raising her face for a clear and beautiful view. Her small nose sat comfortably, charming anyone looking at

“ I am not some frail toys that will break in a fight I can…“ Her father raised his hand she never got to finish her sentence because he interrupted her. “ you have no power to speak of. Your more mortal then immortal I keep hoping that will change as you mature but only time will tell. Until then you will follow the rest of the non-battle members of the court out of harms way. No matter how different you are you’re still one of the cauldron born and we cannot afford anything happening to you.” “M’Lord.” Interrupted Connor her father’s chief guard “ The lady was the only one who manage to kill one of the creatures.“ Cernunnous looked down at Connor “ is that so… Make sure it’s brought to the