Novel & Cerita Far North Book

“This shouldn't have happened. It was a huge mistake. What the fuck have I done?” Mason tried to touch my face, but I smacked his hand away, ran out of the toilets and back towards the bus. As I ran away from him, I heard him call out, “Freya please. You're my Fianna, I love you.” To Be Continued… This story continues in book two, Abandoned By An Alpha. Thank you for reading, and I hope you like the series so far xoxo

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

“Do you think he got here ahead of us...?” Ki Demung Banar whispered, scanning the area. “Who? Tanpa Aran?” Ki Gagak replied. Ki Demung nodded. “Or those two lunatics from Margalayu,” Wiratmaka said. His brow furrowed when an unfamiliar current of air reached his nose. The smell was sharp and distinctly fishy. It passed over him in an instant. The prince’s eyes shifted as he searched the darkness.

"Ashley, why aren't you here yet? Hurry up and call an Uber over. Don't keep everyone waiting." For a moment, I hovered between blocking her number and replying. In the end, I only sent two words: "Not coming." Back in my room, I started packing. I only took clothes for the current season. I could buy winter clothes after I got to South Coast University. I left everything else—including the gray e-reader—behind on my desk. Then I opened my savings jar. There was only $32 left inside. The larger bills were gone. I searched my room from top to bottom.

They later agreed to celebrate in the newest bar in town, 'Farouz' After a long day at work, Daylan decided to take a stroll, he exited his building after working for hours, it was late already. He kept on walking along the street not going anywhere in particular, just walking admiring the surrounding when a bright green light catches his eyes. He walked closer and saw it was a bar with the name "FAROUZ?....Hmm, strange name" he said walking towards it to check it out. He walked in straight to the bartender and order for a glass of Martini while sitting down, it's been long he visited the bar maybe three years ago with his best friend, he has been so overwhelmed with work, that his life ha

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

Klyde explained. Freeda is a bit confused because she doesn't understand anything. Klyde suddenly pulled out the book he was referring to. Freeda noticed that the book was familiar. “I saw Jude holding that the other night, he told me he didn’t seem to see anything in it,” Freeda said. Klyde handed him the book. She opened it and was able to saw what was written on each page. "What's the matter with this book?" she asked. "That book is mysterious, it's not just an ordinary one. It contains everything that happens in your lives," Klyde replied. Freeda felt nervous, she didn't know if she would believe it. “Maximus didn’t make the mistake of believing in the magic of the book, because it reall

"But from now on, we write the chapters. Not the Ink-Man. Not the Moderator. Just us." ​He looked at the tactical map. A single, golden signal was pulsing from the Far Rim. It was a signal they hadn't seen before. ​It was the First Verse, echoing from a place where the story had truly begun. ​"We’re going to the End of the Book, Nora," Kael said, his voice firm. "And we’re going to make sure the final page is ours."