First Contact Novel Novels & Stories

"Nice to meet you again, Anna. It's been sixty nine years since we last saw each other." The fear she felt that moment was paralyzing and as if she was having a seizure, she convulsed and fell to the ground, blanking out. The Omicron had arrived. End of Book 1

​“Hi. I haven't seen you around here before. And trust me, I would have remembered.” ​I snap my eyes open. In front of me stands a young guy, probably in his late twenties, with the look of a modern intellectual: black-rimmed glasses, a perfectly ironed plaid shirt, and a smile overflowing with a confidence that I, at this moment, completely lack. ​“I’m Julian, from the fiction editing department,” he says, extending a hand. “You must be the new secretary who has the entire floor in a state of absolute terror.” ​I let out a nervous laugh, accepting his hand. His fingers are warm—a normal, human sensation that has nothing to do with the electric shocks Amy makes me feel.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

I muttered, opening the first page. I needed to start working on myself so that I could erase all thoughts of Xavier’s sister from his memory. On the first page of the book was a table of content, showing all that was to be found in the book. I scrolled down from the introduction and jumped to “Casting your first spell.” I traced my finger on the dotted lines and found the page number. I opened the book and when I got to this page, I stopped. The name of the contact was boldly written in capital letters and it took the whole page. Opening to the next page, I found it’s content.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

Speech had not been forbidden, but both understood that words would only dilute what they had come for. The first contact was accidental. She shifted her weight and the outer edge of her breast brushed the hard plane of his chest. The touch lasted less than a second before she stilled, but the sensation lingered like a brand. He answered by leaning forward the small distance the restraints allowed until his collarbone met the soft upper curve of her tit. Skin on skin, warm, slightly damp with the beginning of sweat. They stayed like that, simply breathing against each other, letting the novelty of pure touch settle.

She was obviously having fun and was facing away from me. I decided to go and meet the girl and talk to her. Without hesitation, I headed to where she was lying and as I approached her, the title of the book she was reading caught my eye. The title of the book was 'How To Make Demons Your Best Friend.' I stopped in my track and gazed at the title of the book for a couple of seconds before I continued walking toward her. As I got to where she lay, I stood a few inches from her head and stared at her. Suddenly, she flinched as she noticed my presence. She closed the book and sat up. Then, she raised her head to look at me and we made eye contact.

Samantha opened Adam’s phone and scrolled through recent calls. For once that night, luck was on her side: the last few calls were to a contact labeled **Caio**. She hit dial and waited, heart pounding. After three rings, a sleepy voice answered: “Hello? Adam? What’s wrong?” “Hi… um, it’s not Adam,” she said awkwardly. On the other end, Caio bolted upright in bed, instantly wide awake. “Who is this? Where’s Adam?” Caio snapped, voice suddenly sharp.

After helping her out of the car, we walked inside. “Welcome, Mr. Volkov,” Melissa said, rushing over. “Hi, Melissa. This is my mate,” I said. Melissa looked at Novel, then looked at me with wide eyes, as if asking, 'Does she know what we are?' I nodded with a grin. Melissa looked like she had seen a ghost, but she quickly bowed her head. “Hi, I’m Novel. Novel Hart,” Novel said, introducing herself. “It is an honor to meet you, Luna,” Melissa said. Novel blushed at the title.