Exrated Novels & Stories

Any minute from now, I'll be out there. "Is it Adrain?" June asks, and that makes me go slightly pale. "Have you still not forgotten about that cheating ex of yours?" "Adrain happened but I already moved on. I'll appreciate it if we don't talk about him again." I dismiss the talk, blinking back the tears welling in my eyes. It'll be a disaster if I let them down and they ruin my make-up. "If you say so." She mutters and heads for the door. "I'll be at the bar. Let me know if you need me."

As dawn broke the next morning, the gentle beeping of the machines that kept a watchful eye on Tyler's vitals filled the room with a soft, persistent sound. I was planted firmly beside his bed, the rhythm of the beeps offering a thread of comfort amid the turmoil swirling around us. My gaze was locked onto my phone screen, scrolling through the flood of breaking news. One headline grabbed me, refusing to let go: "Caleb Jones: Wanted Fugitive Following Explosive Fraud and Embezzlement Revelations."

I was ready to give the question a shot and at the same time avoid humiliation. "Explain please" he said just as I reached the board. "Okay. 11+x=20. That's the equation. To make x the subject of the formula you take 11 to the other side, changing the sign. Then you subtract it from 20. That is x=20-11 Therefore, x=9" "Wonderful!" Mr Daniel said just as everyone was clapping for me. "You may take your seat Melissa" Mr. Daniel said. I went to take my seat. I didn't settle well before someone tapped me. It was Cody again!

The trio stood on their feet and walked out of the room. "The profit earned from the sales of the goods is double of what we expected. This means we need to export more of the product to earn more money. And from my perspective," Noah explained as he stood next to the projector. Joel's phone lit up and he stared at it. He picked the phone up and checked the message; it was a debit alert. Joel's lips twitched up in a smile. He didn't know why, but he was happy she used the debit card again.

I stared into the distance, saying nothing. I wasn't the bigger person. I couldn't let my partner care for someone he had once liked, even if they had relied on each other to survive. Jealousy was driving me crazy. I sucked in a breath, holding back the ache in my heart. "Did Doctor Jimenez tell you anything else? Like the fact that I'm dying?" Silence stretched across the line. Just as I was about to hang up, Jethro's desperate scream echoed. "What? What do you mean? Please, don't scare me."

Cole said, his tone sounding grave as he spoke over the line. "Good morning, Dr. Cole, please tell me the exact results of the chemical screening right now," I instructed, holding the phone tightly against my ear as I braced myself for the news. "The imported tea sample contains a distinct trace amount of a synthetic chemical compound, Mr. Zander, which is specifically designed to induce severe fatigue, dizziness, and physical exhaustion over repeated doses," Dr. Cole revealed, clicking through his digital test charts while I listened. "Is this synthetic compound lethal in small amounts, Dr. Cole, or was it created solely to cause physical weakness?" I demanded, feeling a cold, intense rage

"From this day onward, the Moonstone Wolf pack will now be known as the Lone Star Wolf pack once more, and our ties with Silas have ended for good!" When I left, I could hear whispers behind me about what just happened. "Freya really is exiling him from the pack..." "He used to be such a powerful Alpha. What will happen to him if he joins another pack? Will he turn around and attack us?" "But Freya has made her stand quite clear…" Greta could be heard sobbing as she said, "What should we do now, Silas?" As everyone continued talking about it, I turned to leave. I wanted to see what a Rogue exiled from the pack would do with a stupid and weak she-wolf by his side. Would he be able to rise aga

Ellie's P.O.V. Beep. Beep. Beep. The next morning, the relentless notifications dragged me out of sleep. Groaning, I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up instantly. “127 notifications. 49 unread messages. Trending Topic: Mrs. Zackary Walton.” I stared at the screen for a long second. “Of course. Social media has never disappointed when it comes to turning someone's misery into entertainment.” I ignored most of the notifications and opened the only conversation that actually mattered.

Each so called ‘celebration’ is only a reminder to me that someone out there did not want me though. Alpha Brock and Luna Kaelyn have two pups that are theirs. The eldest, Elijah turns eighteen today, so tomorrows Ball is also a celebration for him turning of age. Hopefully he finds our future Luna as well, he really does deserve someone special. At six-foot one inch of pure god-like muscle, mousey brown hair with natural blonde highlights and soul gripping green eyes, he could have any girl he wanted. But his mamma raised him right and he behaves himself mostly. He is obviously had girlfriends but nothing serious. After all, he is a young male werewolf with an insatiable appetite, Alpha bor

he croaked, unfastening the top button of his shirt. I signaled to Trey, and moments later, a glass of water was placed in front of the man. He grabbed it and gulped it down in one go. Trey walked over, whispering in my ear, "Who the hell is this freak? He looks like he's about to pass out. And he stinks." I shot him a warning look before whispering back, "He may look nerdy, but trust me—he’s the best." Trey sighed but didn’t argue.