Frances Brody Books In Order Novels & Stories

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

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It was Quinn’s book. I raised my head sharply, and saw a figure cut across a corner. I picked up the book and instantly followed the figure. Quinn was most likely in trouble. “Go back Freya, go back!” Quinn screamed as I stepped into an abandoned old building. “Quinn!” I yelled on top of my voice. I rushed towards him but was immediately pulled back by a strong hand that threatened to dislocate my arm from my shoulder. The food I held in my hand dropped, and the contents soiled by earth.

A soft throw blanket was already draped over both their laps. The movie started—some slow, talky drama neither of them cared about. The volume was just loud enough to cover quieter sounds. Noah’s hand slid under the blanket almost immediately. Ava kept her eyes on the screen. Her mother’s wine glass clinked softly against the side table. Richard made a low comment about the opening scene. Under the blanket Noah’s fingers found the waistband of her shorts and slipped inside with zero hesitation. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fingers brushed over her bare, still-swollen folds and found her already wet.

“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

❗NEW BOOK ALERT❗ I will be having a book II for this series called "His Fractured Flame (Book II of HFF series)". But before we get to it, I'm currently writing a stand-alone novel from His Fragile Flame that was written in another perspective. To be specific, it's a book about Kourtney Devaraux which will be under Young Adult since it mostly revolved around high school. Here are the sneak peeks for these books QUEEN OF ACE (A stand-alone novel)

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

Given all the craziness happening lately, the rest of the year isn’t looking good either. I sat my cold potato on the white plastic chair beside me and lit up. That first taste of nicotine regulated my breathing, and I blew a ring over my shoulder. I’m so used to it I hardly even cough anymore. Brody eased into her seat, spreading her long legs out and motioning for the pack of smokes. I tossed them over and studied her profile as she eagerly dug in to the package. She was a striking woman in every sense. Her features were exaggerated, and I envied her height most of all. I’m not used to feeling self conscience, but Brody made me feel much smaller than I already am and not nearly as beautifu

Charlotte stayed out of it completely, opting to fish through a fashion magazine we all knew damn well she wasn’t interested in reading. “Nah. I can fight my own battles, Livvy.” Brody lowered her eyelids for a second, then smoothed a hand over the front of her polo nervously. She didn’t seem like the type to get shaken up easily- so I knew Megan had to be a big deal. I turned to head back into my room when Brody addressed me in a concerned voice. “Thanks, Francine. She ok?” I slowly faced everyone and forced myself to smile. “Yeah. Liza gets a little carried away, but she’ll be fine-“

🌹 Rose's pov 🌹 I slammed the door behind me, seething silently as I walked to the kitchen. I kicked the flip flops off my feet and placed the grocery bags on the table counter not so gently. Some glass rattles but I don't bother to check if it was broken. I send my head back and let out an angry groan, passing my hand down my face. I hate him so much. My hand fumbles with the grocery bags and I grabbed a bag of fruits and another filled with vegetables. I strutted to the fridge and opened it with my foot. The door bangs on the wooden counter and I cringe.