Exrated Novels & Stories

“The elders have been patient with you, given you time to make the right decision. But that time is up. We cannot wait any longer for you to take action.” “One day,” I said, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “Your deadline was one more day. I still have time.” “The deadline was a courtesy,” Elder Rex said. “But the elders have decided we’re done waiting. We’re going to expose what you did at the dawn of Saturday morning, tomorrow. In front of the entire pack, we’ll present the evidence of your betrayal and let Alpha Dorian see exactly what kind of woman he’s chosen as his mate.”

I held the exile order in my hand and turned to leave this disgusting place. However, before I could step out the main doors, someone called out to me from behind. It was Hunter’s Beta. “Leia, you’re not planning to just walk away like this, are you?” He was holding a small potion, and the smile on his face was lewd and sinister. “You were an outsider to begin with. You stayed in our pack for so long and even used improper means to seduce the Alpha. I’m sure you’ve learned quite a bit about our pack’s internal matters by now.”

I finished my test paper quickly and left the exam hall early. The sunlight was just right that day. It felt warm but not scorching against my skin. I took a deep breath and found that the air no longer carried that suffocating exhaustion. Back at the hotel, I took out the notice stating I might be repeating the year from the depths of my backpack. I stared at my name on it for a moment. Then, I smiled lightly and tore it into pieces. The scraps of paper fluttered down like snowflakes into the trash can.

EZRA….. Riley was staring at me in utter disbelief. He was trying to understand the meaning of my words. But I had already done what I wanted. I hired someone to work in his packhouse as a spy. She used to mix lethal herbs in his food. It was a slow poison which would lead him to be diagnosed with life threatening disease. That's how he became a patient of brain cancer.

There’s nothing quite as frustrating as an unexpected disruption. No, scratch that. There’s nothing worse than an easily avoidable unexpected disruption. Like the one that's currently turning my Friday morning upside down. I find myself staring at my inbox, rereading the email subject line with escalating disbelief. “URGENT: Temporary Housing Adjustment – Unit Swap Confirmation” This can’t be real. It seems like a poorly executed, immensely unfunny prank. Because there’s absolutely no way that I, a fully capable, somewhat organized adult, would inadvertently swap apartments with someone else.

“How did you know about that? You weren’t even at the palace were you?” “Ever heard about I*******m?” Draymond frowned, waving his phone in front of Xavier. “I*******m?” Xavier shook his head. “Is that like a place in Jaime’s Woods?” “No,” Draymond sighed. “I totally forgot you are over a hundred years old. I*******m is an app, you can see anything there, pictures, videos and all.” “So I’m on I*******m?” Xavier asked. “Your video is,” Draymond said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “Come see how dumb you look.”

Hendery and Rowena were shocked. Rowena asked frantically, “Dr. Yarde, what’s this Exradere that he said he drugged you with? Has he spiked the wine?” Fernando snorted. “That’s right. Exradere is a poison that dissolves any power one has. Even a highly skilled grandmaster wouldn’t be able to remedy its potency.” As he spoke, Hendery suddenly fell back to the chair with a stagger, feeling weak out of the blue.

“Now would be good!” He stood, raising his hands. A surge of power rippled through the clearing. The corrupted wolves froze mid-attack, their glowing eyes flickering. Leah’s head snapped toward him, her face twisting in fury. “You!” Elijah smirked, blood dripping down his chin. “Me.” The power erupted from him in a wave, slamming into Leah. She staggered but didn’t fall. The corrupted wolves collapsed, lifeless, around them. “It’s over, Leah!” Elijah called, his voice cold. “You’re done!”

You ever felt so exhausted you just want to sleep, to just keep sleeping and not wake up? That was how I felt right now. Completely exhausted tired, too drained to even form words even when I tired to, no words left my mouth it was almost like I had lost the ability to produce sounds.

I saw my team’s face turned pale. I heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not with myself this week." I admitted. I immediately browse the summary plan of the presentation. "I get their point in this plan. It's good. But maybe instead of me, why not we get Ms. Sheena and instead of 'So in love' we change the copy to 'Made for love' since Ms. Sheena is the designer of Inarez Bag and Mr. Gavin is the owner of Inarez."