Ennard Novels & Stories

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

“C’mon Casey, don’t be like that!” I froze when I heard that nickname. With a dangerous expression, I turned around slowly to meet face to face with none other than Adam. “What did you call me?” I asked, eerily soft. He looked like he was facing a reaper and was ready to bolt out of there. With a loud gulp, he backed away a few steps. “Look, Casey- Cassandra- Nerd, whatever you’re called, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just- you wouldn’t acknowledge me.”

deserted. As if the whole town was deserted, if truth be told. Wait. Ellaine’s mind voiced out. The place was so familiar to her. She knew it very well after all. She just can’t remember why she recognized the place. She dreamed of it. The answer came abruptly to her. “Finrod, Margarette, I have dreamed of this place.” “You did?” Margarette was all ears. “This is Shasta, the ghost town of Lenriad. How come you dreamed of it?” Finrod asked.

Ethan shouted for the members to hear. "I, Erik Bloodstone, accept Athena Hallow as my mate and Luna. I shall be her partner, her equal, and her defender in every way, shape and form." He repeated. His father handed him the knife, and Erik sliced his palm, letting the blood drip into the goblet.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Thank Goodness. " We're not together. Not in the way you think. " I announce Her face contorted in confusion " What do you mean? " She looks from me to Thane. " Thane and I are not together. We're just business partners in a collaboration. You must have heard of Renihardt's infrastructures patterning with Auraspire Energies by Andera Campbell; well, that's me. " Her eyes widen with surprise " No way. You're Andera Campbell? " Her shock is genuine, bringing a small smile to my face.

NeverBond By Writer Savanna BEING SOLD My name is Beatrice,I know it's very original but I'd prefer you call me Betty. So I'll start from the beginning before I met him before he ruined me..well I hope you enjoy my story,please remember to comment,vote and like,thank you😉 ….The Beginning...

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la