Fair Warning Novel Novels & Stories

My pussy felt swollen and used, still twitching from the brutal fucking Noah had given me just minutes ago. “Did I miss anything good?” Lauren asked again , plopping down on the other end of the sectional, remote in hand. I forced a smile, my voice slightly shaky. “Not really. The movie’s been kind of slow.” Noah sat beside me, his hand casually resting on my thigh under the blanket I had quickly pulled over us. His fingers slowly crept higher, brushing against my soaked shorts and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning. His cum was still leaking out of me, making my panties stick to my swollen lips.

"Oh, my God! But I heard that Mr. White was Wendy's boyfriend. Moreover, she was the one who got him a job in the company in the first place!" "But wait… what makes this story even more terrifying is that the late Mr. Greenhill and his wife died one after another just one month after Wendy got into trouble. That was also how Mr. White became the current president." Upon hearing that, the other female employee exclaimed, "That's crazy! Do you think that—" Her colleague immediately stopped her. "Shh! Watch what you say. Do you want to die?" Once the female employee returned to her senses, she said, "Oh, my goodness. It's so scary."

"Relax. You’re at Zeke’s pack, remember? Wolf central. Try to act like you haven't been kidnapped." “Oh.” I flop back against the pillows with a groan, the events of the previous night rushing back—the drive, the woods, the wards, the pack and their greetings and the brief appearance of Roman and Erica. “Right. Wolf central. The place where my personal space goes to die.” I fumble for my phone on the nightstand, relief softening my panic when I see it’s still there. I send a quick text to August and Ethan. 'I'm safe and surprisingly still alive. Don’t worry. Miss you guys.'

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

Alpha Titus stood at the entrance, a bouquet of moonflowers clutched in his hand, dewdrops still clinging to the petals. Those amber irises swept past the crowded hall and landed directly on me, not sparing Damian a single glance, as if his younger brother didn't exist. Alpha Titus, gone for three years, had just appeared without warning. Everyone had heard the rumors—brutal, cold-blooded, a wolf to be feared. But the man standing in the firelight tonight looked almost... gentle.

“How is it easy? I don't see it.” “You are blind.” “Maybe I am, but the question still stands, how?” “He didn't leave us for gold or riches; he left us for firm breasts.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You saw that Postar girl?” “I have.” “She is something.” “True.” “We must have a reserve plan,” Hamil appeared from the group. “True,” said Nezamaikov, “any options, gents?” “We must prepare for the worse,” a gunner said.

“You’ve been through a lot. Tell me where you are so I can come and pick you up.” I hesitated for a while, closing my eyes briefly. Then I exhaled sharply and continued. “Even if I wanted to tell you, I don’t know where I am,” I admitted, my voice low. “I don’t want to return to that pack. Kai warned me to leave or I’ll die within the pack. Maybe he is behind everything.” “Are you sure? I just want you to be okay.” She continued, her tone persistent. “I’m not sure Kai would do something like that.”

I asked; although, I don’t know why, since I didn’t know anyone except the Mastersons and the handsome Kenton from the night before. “There are camping grounds attached to the reserve on the southeast side,” she explained. “She must have been hiking.” Her brows knit together. “Didn’t anyone warn her about the wolves?” “And bears,” I reminded her. I thought for a moment. “When you say that Hap was investigating the girl’s murder, I thought it was a person who murdered her. It was really an animal attack.” “Don’t mince words and don’t downplay the animal attack,” she said; emphasizing the words animal attack. “This is serious. I’m so sorry we moved here.”

“Job sucks; all I want is a way to care a little less. And a good fuck.” She held my chin and turned me to her. “Alright. That's what I do. I break boys like you until they're begging. Your safe word is Red. If you say it, it stops. Otherwise, you listen. Got it?” "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, Mistress," she said, tightening her grip. "Yes, Mistress," I stuttered.

“Ain’t no fucking way.” “I told Kole to holla at my real estate guy,” I say. “He always got foreclosures in good neighborhoods. Places people overlook. This area right here? It’s coming back heavy. With the Obama Library opening soon?” I gesture around. “This neighborhood about to be very high end.” Everybody nods, impressed, and for a moment it feels good. Like I really did something right. And then I hear it... “Fuck you and your dead-ass husband!” The sound cuts through the music like a blade.