روايات وقصص ضمن Forsaken Noob Fanart

Wrong. The office was filled with vulgar paintings — explicit, perverted images of naked women doing unspeakable things to themselves. Some showed men licking and sucking on them, and others were so obscene, Ronan couldn’t even begin to understand why anyone would allow them in a place like this. There was even a massive, lifelike statue of a naked woman beside his chair — and another equally obscene painting hanging above the desk. It was disgusting. It didn’t feel like an Alpha’s office. It felt like a sleazy underground p**n den.

Even when they cleaned my room, I would sit silently in the armchair. By the time I eventually turned my phone on, messages flooded in. One from my mother, asking if I was okay. I ignored it. Did she ever care? One from my father also. As expected, warning me not to tarnish his image. I rolled my eyes and dismissed it. Freya sent messages, informing me she’d been officially crowned Alpha of Silverclaw. I felt a small warmth for her, she truly deserved it. Jessica also sent apology messages expressing she was sorry for not reaching out sooner ever since she left Duskfire.

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

Each gesture is subtle, yet obvious: a man clearly drawn to the woman before him, taking careful, patient steps to make his feelings known. I give it no thought, no consideration. All I hear is the same lie and empty promises Varyn once fed me, all to claim my body. I say to myself twice: Forsaken will kill me. And yet, each day, I picture what a ravaging test Rauth will be.

Damon's POV) My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories. Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth

Clever girl. After this, I'd make sure they stayed protected all throughout the trial, even if they had to live with me, and then I'd find a good foster home for both of them where they could be together. These little girls were so important to this case. Their father worked for the biggest criminal I've ever had the pain and pleasure to chase. Tiberius ‘T.K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others.

Fated to Fall ________________________________________ Lora’s POV “I never wanted this.” Before I could stop them, the words were out of my mouth and I could not hide the sting in my voice. With my fate now in Revan, the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack, my hands were shaking. The weight of the circumstances was crushing me, and the tension between us felt as though it were an invisible power. The intensity of the air around us caused shivers in my body.

Only, they had woken up in the exact position they were in… with the monster still before them. A/N: Hi guys, I am back. And we have three more chapters for the week to go, yay! I just wanted to shine some light on my F* group, Rara's Ebooks for those on F******k who are interested. I'll be really glad if you join as that'll be a means to interact with one another and share your thoughts with me on WAST. On another note, I opened a space for character art in the reviews below, but they're also available in the fanart chapter as well.

I say as I lean on the table trying to make sense of the open pages laid out. "As I said, I have a few theories... For example, a one-sided soulmate bond is possible if the other party hasn't received hers or his wolf yet..." He looks at me and I shake my head since that is obviesly not the case. Kaya had a wolf, an amazing one if I might say so myself. Saf had this shiny ash-gray, silver, and white fur and she was, now that I think about as big as Sky was. "... or it could be a Duplex Vinculum, this one is a one-in-a-thousand adds. I hope you weren't so lucky." For an old man, he was a fan of using sarcasm.