Eunoia Review Novels & Stories

For her. ~~~ Dinner felt like punishment. The dining room glowed with candlelight and polished wood. Perfect. Cold. Sienna sat beside Noah. His hand covered hers, heavy, claiming. Landon sat across from her, unreadable. Eleanor talked about flowers. White. Red. Purity and passion. “What do you think, Sienna?” Eleanor asked. “Whatever you think is best,” Sienna said quietly. Noah smiled. Proud. “See? She’s perfect. Never difficult. Never demanding. Just grateful.”

Her body convulsed with release as she rode the waves of her climax. As she slowly came down from her ecstasy, Enora felt a sense of peace settle over her. She lay there, spent and sated, a contented smile playing on her lips. Meanwhile, on the other end of the video call, Adam, Sebastian, and Lucas watched as Enora pleased herself. They count see the pleasure written on her face, the way her body arched and trembled. Their own arousal surged as they watched her.

They took me under their wing, literally and figuratively, and helped me escape from the laboratory, then to survive when we were on our own. Both of them are mated and have kids now. Enya is mated to Valko, another hybrid and they have a son. Since both Valko and Enya have Lycan DNA as one of their two top hybrid breeds, it’s not surprising that their son is predominantly Lycan. However, Enya is part fire dragon and Valko is part earth dragon. Their son, Conroy, is already showing signs of being a strong, powerful hybrid.

ELEANOR The tension in my body became unbearable. Every second made it harder to contain. I'd lost control—I couldn't hold back anymore. My hormones were in charge now, not my mind. Without thinking twice, I reached out, gently placing Enzo's hand back on my thigh, right where he'd touched me earlier. That simple act sent a wave of calm through me, like all the tension had been released in one go.

I hate myself for even doubting their capabilities. “Well, it could be me, isn’t it? But it could also be Zoe, don’t you think so?” Eun asked, her smirk still on her face and she seems to be enjoying this, because she was a great observer. I know already that she has an idea on who the traitor could be just by using her eyes. And when Eun’s eyes met mine and even gave me a wink, I knew then and there that she knew who it was, but her sly smirk made me realize that she’ll never open her mouth about it. It looks like she wanted the others to find out for themselves. One thing is for sure, Eun really is scary.

I want them to think I’m an innocent girl in the woods looking for help. “Joel,” a voice says. “What’s going on here?” “She’s pregnant, My Lord,” the man named Joel says. “She just walked into camp.” When Lord Enorio looks at me, I feel the breath leave my body. I can tell, just by being near him, that this man is already inhumanly powerful. If he draws down the power of the moon and contains it within himself the way Steele thinks he is meaning to do, he’ll be more dangerous than we can conceive of. I bet he’ll be able to burn people alive just by looking at them.

It was the moment the North was permanently, irrevocably opened to the world. Elena stepped back, her hand lingering on the console for a moment, feeling the steady thrum of the project. She took a deep, grounding breath, and then felt it—the sharp, insistent, and beautiful flutter of life within her. It was a poignant, private reminder that the future was growing faster than she could possibly plan for. She looked over at Kaelen, and as their eyes met, her expression softened from the rigid, analytical focus of the architect to the genuine, vulnerable contentment of a partner who had found her home.

Lelia's Pov Amelia disappeared and Carlson turned to Hera. Without the lights this time. I gently lowered her to the ground. “That was good. Not perfect but better than I expected. Well done.” I blushed at her praise, smiling sheepishly. “Now, about these.” Hera stroked the vine, “Do you feel this?” “No, not really. But I know exactly where you're touching them. It's like part of my subconscious mind.” “Interesting…I wonder…”

Chapter 106 TRUST AND TENDERNESS ELENA, The night stretched quietly beyond the windows, a vast and endless sky dotted with distant city lights that flickered like tiny stars. Their glow painted faint patterns on the walls and floor, casting long, soft shadows in the room. Outside, the hum of the city whispered against the glass — distant cars, the faint murmur of voices, a siren’s wail far off in the night. But inside this room, everything felt still, suspended in a fragile bubble of quiet that seemed to hold its breath along with me.

I gulped and studied her face for a second. “He could be a good man.” I mumbled. “He could be worthy.” Emma sighed and shook her head. “Eliza doesn’t like him.” Emma said, making the curiosity inside me grow. “She likes his wolf, but not Nathan.” Leon perked his ears. ‘Did Eliza tell you about this?’ I asked him. ‘No.’ he said, focusing on Emma. “She doesn’t like him?” I mumbled. “No.” Emma confirmed, shaking her head. “She said that Nathan is reckless and impulsive. She doesn’t blame Noel, though. She said that Noel is a good wolf.”