Dumped, But Desired Novels & Stories

"Stop talking nonsense, asked the fucker, if you don't want me to ruin this place." "Typical character of old alpha Rupert." "I hope, my death is not been plotted?" Alpha Zeus' words dragged the two from their mind link, although his face was stoic, Todd could see that Zeus wasn't offended by what was going on. "Of course, not, just some stuff that needed to be fixed and your pillar..." Zeus interrupted Todd, "Don't worry about it, just some problem with inferior material," Zeus said it like he was discussing his favorite food. "And I want to apologize for my..."

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

" I skimmed a derivative version for my own research. Don’t worry. No identifying markers. Consider it a finder’s f*e. A. Kane: You don’t “skim” my architect. Purge it. L.Black: Relax. I know how to handle sensitive information. Besides, one day you’ll thank me. The thread ended there. The image file suddenly felt heavier. I clicked it. A screenshot. Old. A terminal window is open on a monitor. Code. A partial dump of a neural map orientation sequence. On the top line, a comment. // CK_base_profile – pre‑conditioning My stomach lurched.

I clicked it open, eager to see if this was the one, the cottage we’d dreamed of. The photos were breathtaking: weathered stone walls, climbing ivy, a moss-covered roof, and a sprawling garden bursting with wild blooms. It was precisely as we had imagined, perhaps even more enchanting. But it was the address that made my breath catch in my throat, a chill creeping up my spine. It was the cottage. The one we had circled on maps, the one we’d driven past countless times, the one Earnest had sworn we’d claim. My hands trembled as I scrolled down. Below the glossy images and evocative descriptions, a single line jumped out, stark and brutal: “Under Offer. Multiple interested parties.” My stomach

As their son-in-law, I did my best to arrange a simple funeral for them. No one came to pay their respects. That made everything much easier. After they were cremated, I buried their ashes beside Cindy's. When the funeral was over, I returned to Gavin and Amelia's house to sort through their belongings. While searching the bookshelf, I unexpectedly found two DNA paternity test reports hidden in a crack behind it. One of them showed that Cindy wasn't Gavin and Amelia's biological daughter. I couldn't help letting out a quiet sigh. From beginning to end, Cindy had been a victim too.

Caelan Hanson takes three bullets for his ice-cold, beautiful foster sister, Misty White, before her grandfather, Joel White, finally agrees to let him marry her. However, while Caelan lies unconscious from his injuries, Misty announces that the man she intends to marry is Ezra Caldwell, an impoverished student who's sponsored by the White family. This announcement sends shockwaves throughout the entire city. After all, everyone knows just how ruthless Caelan is, the wolf cub Misty had raised with her own hands. Ezra's merely an intern reporter at Portside Press Holdings. He's nowhere near worthy of being on this scion's radar. Hence, when Caelan shows up at Misty and Ezra's engagement

I tried to not hit the spot with what I meant, I just wanted to present my idea before him. "I am still failing to understand the point you are trying to pass across here. I saved you and got you into my pack without having an in-depth knowledge of who you are, so of course I will need to spend some time with you to find that out" I wanted to speak, I really wanted to ask him what else he wanted to find out when I had already told him every single thing that he needed to know about me. I even went the extra mile and filled him in on information that had nothing to do with that. But he was still claiming this breakfast was for the purpose of figuring me out.

I ask, trying to hide my nervousness. He hesitates before answering, "Yes, that would be me." I nod, feeling like a nervous wreck. Another Alpha mate, great. I take a deep breath and continue, "Right. Well, if you're going to reject me too, can we at least wait until I'm done with the food? I kind of need the money." I try to keep my voice steady, but I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I wait for his response. Because let's get real, there is no possible way this could work, and I don't want it to work. Yea he acts like he wants me now. Alex did the same shit knowing I couldn't feel the mate bond. He wants me but only for what he thinks I can give him with my body.

"Maybe tonight would be good to read the entire journal leave by the Elders of our pack.” Malcolm nodded, crossing to stand beside me. His hand found my shoulder, warm and grounding. "Agreed," Malcolm plooped his body beside me. "Because we should know where’s the another miracle plants seated.” “Um, how’s your tracking?” I raised one of my brow. “Yeah, we got a little problem but then we got some Plumming Berries maybe 15 kilos,” Malcolm nodded and smiled. But then his phone buzzed. The sound sliced through the room like a blade, sharp and wrong. Everyone froze. Even the fire seemed to crackle quieter.

The one who had been yelling. “Jenkins! What’s taking so long? Is the video ready? I need to see who was lurking around this place that night!” The other officer in the van pulled off his headphones and sat up straight. I didn’t turn around. I kept my eyes on the screen. My mind was racing, screaming for a plan. “I’m working on it, sir,” I said, my voice strained. “Just… running the checks.” “Well, run faster! What have you found?” I swallowed hard. “The first three SD cards, sir… they’re empty. Corrupted, maybe. Nothing on them.”