Encountered Novels & Stories

“You taught me how to actually live instead of just existing. These simple moments with you—they're everything I didn't know I was missing.” “Getting sappy on me, Alpha?” “A little bit.” We fell asleep in our blanket nest, perfectly content. I woke up disoriented—wrong angle, floor instead of bed, fading fire. Christian was already awake, staring at his phone with an expression I'd learned to dread. “What's wrong?” He looked up, his alpha mask firmly in place. “Marcus just sent a message. There's something strange happening at the northern border. Tracks in the snow that don't match any known animal.”

“This isn’t funny. She’s our stepsister. Our mate. I’m not sitting here while she’s in trouble.” I hung up before they could argue more. Screw them. I wasn’t waiting. I rode straight to the nearest traffic camera spot I knew about and started checking every feed I could hack into with my phone. Stopped at one intersection, scanned the next, followed the scent I still remembered from her .... sweet peaches and rain, faint but there. It took forever, looping back twice, checking alley cams, asking random people if they saw a black van.

I heard footsteps and stepped back, waiting for the person on the other side to usher me in. The door was opened by none other than ANAIS CLIFTON DOMINIC, the man who broke my heart five years ago. He hadn't changed. He was still the same as he was five years ago, aside from his hair. Back then, he had his black hair in a buzz cut, but now, it was all grown out. He squinted, frowning when he saw me. “Angel?” He called out, with a gasp, looking at me like one would a ghost. “You are. . . ." He gulped. “You are still alive?”

Samantha opened Adam’s phone and scrolled through recent calls. For once that night, luck was on her side: the last few calls were to a contact labeled **Caio**. She hit dial and waited, heart pounding. After three rings, a sleepy voice answered: “Hello? Adam? What’s wrong?” “Hi… um, it’s not Adam,” she said awkwardly. On the other end, Caio bolted upright in bed, instantly wide awake. “Who is this? Where’s Adam?” Caio snapped, voice suddenly sharp.

Swallowing became difficult as the pressure in my throat built. She hadn't given into them when they left her penniless. I needed to know what had caused the change. I needed to know why she'd agreed to this dog-and-pony show, as Patrick called it. "See this?" Patrick asked, pointing to the image. Though it was grainy, I could make out a dirt access road. Deloris and I had noticed it before, but we weren't sure if it was monitored or even accessible. "Yes, do you know if it's monitored?"

I shifted in the seat, feeling wet already. We hit the highway, speeding up. That's when I saw it. A dark car in the mirror, tailing us close. Too close. The driver noticed. "Hold on, miss." He sped up more. The car behind rammed us. Metal crunched. I jerked forward, seatbelt biting into my shoulder. "What the fuck!"

this is what happens when you spend all your time in romance novels. Terra stumbles to the bathroom, and her boyfriend and I finally make eye contact. I sigh, this is awkward.

HILDA POV (YUP, YOU READ THAT RIGHT HILDA) Three days after Vanessa's breakdown in the bathroom. My phone rings and I check the clock, 3 am. I growl slightly but almost on instinct, I answer it. "Hilda," "Hilda. We have a sighting," I move my tired body into a sitting position. "Where and when," "Close to the Reverence Pack thirty minutes ago. Your brother and ten warriors all entered the territory, according to our source there. They seemed at ease,"

Better lay low hahaha In the end I just put my head down and not giving them notice. Hmm I see someone familiar just a few tables in front of me. M-Maine? It can't be right? I'm just daydreaming, I guess. Lunch time was over, and people ran back to their designated classrooms, I waited everyone to leave first then I followed. I was in the middle of looking around searching for my classroom to meet Mr. Poblacion. I walked up the stairs and as soon as I turned around the corner, there was a girl and we collided with each other, since we both bumped into each other, we fell on the floor and her milk spilled on my polo, and hers, I guess?

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.