Dreaming Walking Barefoot Novels & Stories

The ninety-ninth time my mate, Valeria, the pack's Alpha Female, blocked our mind-link, I dragged myself, ravaged by Soul-Decay, into the Hall of Covenants. The cold marble steps bit at my bare feet, each one sending a lancing pain through my chest. In the final stages of Soul-Decay, I'd lost my healing abilities. Even the simple act of walking was agony. "I'm here to request a severance of my mate bond." The covenant official took in my pale, gaunt frame, his gaze softening with pity. "Sir," he asked quietly, "don't you have a pack to support you?" I've been invisible to my parents ever since my father brought home my adoptive brother, Silas, when I was ten. And while Valeria was my mate, it was in name only. We had never held a public marking ceremony. She rarely brought me to pack gatherings. Most of the pack wouldn't even recognize me. I wiped away the blood welling at the corner of my mouth. "That doesn't matter anymore," I told the official. "A dying wolf needs no pack."

One day, after getting rear-ended outside my office, I, Maeve Dahlman, call out for help, but Austin Cooper, who is simply passing by with Carmen Holt, merely glances at me impatiently, annoyed that I've disrupted their lunch plans. Instead of helping, he has his assistant take me to his private club and lock me in a room, accusing me of being paranoid and dramatic. "I'll give you three days to calm down," he says before walking away and leaving me in isolation. Eventually, I escape and call the police. An ambulance rushes me to the hospital, where doctors diagnose me with a brain injury that requires immediate surgery. I keep calling Austin, only to realize that he has blocked my number. Then, I see Carmen's latest post online, gushing about a romantic luxurious dinner with him. After I'm discharged, I cancel the wedding, destroy all the invitations, and finally call my mother. "Mom," I say, "I've made up my mind. I'm ready to meet him."

I made a mistake. A terrible, unforgettable mistake. It all started with one reckless, drunken night—a night that shattered everything I knew. I slept with him. Not just any man, but Zayden Whitemore—my father’s best friend, the man I’d secretly loved for years. I thought it was just a one-time mistake. But I was wrong. Because now, I’m marrying his son. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to marry Vincent to save my father’s failing business, to escape the scandal that ruined my family. But how can I pretend to be the perfect wife when my heart—and body—crave his father? Zayden is older, untouchable, forbidden. Every time he looks at me, I burn with desire. Every time he pushes me away, I fall harder. We both know it’s wrong, but we can’t stop. Loving him is dangerous. Staying with him could destroy me. But walking away? That might break me for good. How do you escape a love that’s forbidden, dangerous… and impossible to forget?

Ten years. Ten years I gave Viktor Volkov everything; my hands, my loyalty, my designs, my silence. When his father stepped in front of a moving truck to save my life and died on that pavement, I became his son's by debt. By duty. And somewhere along the way, by something far more dangerous than either. Love. Foolish, one-sided, ruinous love. Now the doors of the Volkov estate are closing behind me with the quiet finality of a verdict. No argument. No goodbye worth remembering. Just the click of a latch and the ghost of a matching tattoo Viktor had lasered off his wrist before she arrived Elara Conti, all silk and Italian marble, the woman he chose in the time it took me to stop pretending he ever saw me. He gutted my studio. Erased my name from every wall. Turned ten years into a footnote. What Viktor doesn't know is that I'm walking out of those gates carrying the one thing he can never erase. His. And I will burn this entire life to the ground before I let him find out.

Through tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure emerge—a man walking toward her, the fire parting in his wake. His eyes and claws gleamed gold in the firelight, and black and gilded scales covered his face and body, reminiscent of a serpent. But something more specific hovered at the tip of her tongue. His beastly form slowly faded, leaving a beautiful man with warm skin and firm flesh behind. “Help me,” she croaked. “I don't remember…” “Anything?” the stranger asked, his voice deep and ominous. “Only my name. Araheen,” she whispered, her lips trembling.“What happened to me? What is this place?” “You fell behind the Mad End's Wall.” A shadow of a smile crossed the stranger's lips, though it was far from reassuring. Before she could dwell on it, he slid his powerful arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all. “Who are you?” she asked, feeling small in his grasp. He studied her with an enigmatic gaze before replying, I'm Gildeon.” A pause.“Your husband.”

I looked around suddenly perceiving something so alluring like pinewood mixed with Raspberry and I could tell my mate was close. A figure suddenly walked into the woods and towards me and I gasped in fear as his eyes bore into mine. "Mate" he said. My excitement kicked started knowing that I finally had a mate who had come to save me but the happiness was short lived when he said to me. "You are such a weakling" Fear instantly gripped me as I didn't want him to reject me. "please don't reject me, I beg of you." I pleased softly. "what is your name??" he asked "T...T...Tyla." "I, Alpha Thane of the Tiger wood blood pack, reject you Tyla as my mate and Luna." he spat. I felt an intense sting of pain coarse through me as I gazed intensely into his eyes. "I, Tyler Niver, accept your Rejection." "Who do you think you are to accept my rejection??!!!" he yelled as I flinched. "Nobody." "Just you wait and see how I make your life a living hell...from a nobody, you will be totally forgotten." Tyla Niver, an orphaned girl sold into a pack as a slave has always dreamt of having a perfect life with her mate. Although she hadn't shifted yet, that didn't stop her from dreaming big but her dreams came crashing before her eyes when her mate rejected her as his Luna. what she didn't know was that accepting his rejection only opened a dangerous pathway for her into the life of the ruthless and arrogant Alpha Thane and he has vowed to make her life miserable. will her later reverse his rejection and fall for his weak mate or will his Ruthlessness push them further apart from each other.

I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn't attractive? Hell, she was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught. "Babygirl, you're more than just attractive. You have my c*ck aching every time I set my eyes on you.” My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve's adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp. I took that opportunity to claim what I'd been dreaming off since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had f*cked up. *** Genevieve Blake was a well-known, erotic romance author. She enjoyed meeting her fans and writing stories that made even her blush. What she hadn't planned on, though, was for a stalker to come out from the shadows and threaten her life. When the police can't do anything, she turns to Grim Security to protect her against the deranged lunatic. But who's going to protect her heart, and her body, from the intensity of Raphael Bard?

We're releasing balloons on Christmas Eve when Milton Jenning's lover deliberately sets off fireworks. They explode on me, burning me severely. My back, already torn and raw from skin grafts for her, becomes even more of a bloodied mess. However, I don't ask Milton for help. Instead, I shield a recently reunited heir of a wealthy family beneath me, risking everything to save him. In my past life, Milton kicked me in the back and told me not to stand in the way of him taking his lover to the hospital. "Is it funny to you to use a child as a cover, Larissa? Even if you're pregnant, you and your baby are just walking skin providers for Rita! I must've spoiled you—how dare you do something as heinous as this!" I was blacklisted by all hospitals and ended up dying while pregnant. My heart was filled with hatred as I breathed my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I see Rita Atkinson secretly aim fireworks at the night sky and set them off. I hear her laugh manically as she says, "You and your child can die together!"

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.

Chamicka Ventura (Chika) hails from a powerful family of South America Hunters. She finds herself in the woods, crying on her way to school, escaping her abusive parents; today she was told that she will be sold to a family in exchange for their help in hunting down a myth; running from her parents at the age of five, she quickly learned where to go and hide. She is just twelve years old today, and she is out walking in the rain with her raincoat on when she comes upon a metal box similar to the one her father uses, which she opens to discover two pups inside. She stuffs them inside her bag. Despite the fact that they are enormous for puppies, she runs to school, claiming to the school that her parents had hurt her again, and they send her to the local orphanage, where she hides with her two rescued puppies and raises them. During this period, her parents made several efforts to locate her; long after, wolves appeared and took the puppies from her; yet, they always hid together, until the day she awoke next to two strong, attractive men in her bed; where did these guys come from?