Ender Darling Novels & Stories

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

He leaned closer and whispered something in her ear, and her cheek turned red. "She's blushing," Lizzy whispered. Across the room, a pair of eyes couldn't look away from Elara. He's Derrick, the gamma's son. "Bro," Darius slapped his shoulder, forcing him to tear his eyes away from her. "Who is she?" he asked. "The lady in the middle." "You mean Elara?" Darius raised his brows. "Elara!" Derrick repeated. "Which pack is she from?" "Blood Moon Pack." "Is she mated?" "What is she? An Omega."

I ask her. She looks at me with blinking eyes. “Yes,” She whimpers. “I, Ariella Zillard, Princess of the Royal Wolfpack, release Anderson Conrad, Carter Conrad and Finley Conrad from the command to not hurt Kale.” Suddenly, Finley smirks. “Everly, I love you, but I need just a little revenge. Please?” Finley asks, pouting at his mate. “Don’t kill him,” Everly points her finger at him. “Death, no; pain, oh yes,” Finley kisses Everly and runs, actually, runs away.

Growing up, Darling lived in the countryside with her Ma and was sheltered away from the world till she met Stanley, so being here felt unreal and was a whole new experience for Darling. She couldn't understand why she felt nice being inside such a place, the fear and anger that she once upon a time felt quickly vanished to be replaced with a fascinated look. Eyes wide open as they studied one thing or person after the other, moving quickly, as fast as an excited rat, they picked every single detail of the bar. “Move out of the way!” Darling gasped, she was immediately pulled out of her little fantasy with a rough push from what appeared to be a drunk man. She sighed while staring at him sta

Suddenly, they heard the knocking of something on the ground. They turned to see a little girl with tousled hair, holding a comforter and a giraffe stuffed toy and standing with a scowl. Darcy muttered, “Well, meet our little princess or as we like to call her, the little tornado. Destiny Callahan.”

Darryl glanced at the woman and then returned to the camp. As soon as he entered his tent, he saw Little Fairy; she looked grim. Darryl smiled and said, "Darling, I'm back." Darryl was agitated by the situation, but when he saw Little Fairy, he felt much more relaxed and wanted to tease her. The woman blushed and cursed at him. "Go away! Who are you calling 'Darling'?" Little Fairy was annoyed. She was trapped in a military camp and had no idea when she could get out of it.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Her eyes locked onto Natalia, a potent combination of anger and humiliation burning in her gaze. Amidst the hushed room, Natalia's laughter began to emerge, echoing through the air and intertwining with the snickers of the others. The sound cut through the silence like a sharp blade, each chuckle and giggle dripping with malice. "Oh, Maria," Natalia taunted, her voice dripping with venomous delight, "since you were left alone on your anniversary, we thought this little toy might serve as a substitute companion for you. After all, we wouldn't want you to feel too lonely."

He smiled when he noticed her, without wasting any time we both approached her. goodness this woman is gorgeous. She reminds me of Theo Lamoreaux, The French Don. That's when Shira Lamoreaux, the eldest daughter of Mr. Lamoreaux, they look so alike, she's got his feisty eyes similar to tigers. It held power and I liked that.