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"What of Brody? What am I to do with him?" The messenger's hooded head turned back, its voice dripping with malice. "Brody is now a part of The Order's plan. You will use him...as you would be instructed. You have given him the first dose. In three days’ time, he will beg for the next." And with that, the messenger vanished into the shadows, leaving the Emissary to ponder his next move...and the horrors that The Order had in store for him. Brody stared into space, his mind in shock with the infection. He struggled with his reasoning. What next?

He headed down to the house to wait for the sun to completely set. Less than an hour later, Brodi was loping through the trees toward his mate's camp. He'd managed to avoid Finn and his brothers on the way out. They would want answers he wasn't prepared to give. The smell of woodsmoke prickled in his nose as he got closer. Another fifty yards, however, and he could no longer smell anything but her. Brodi slowed and made his way in a circle around the camp. Suddenly, there she was, sitting in front of the fire. Not on one of her log stools but on the ground. Brodi froze as sounds of soft weeping came from her. His heart clenched. Anger and panic filled him. What was wrong? Who had hurt her? H

However, I have decided to pause book 8 and go back in order to do it justice, not only for the series and myself but, more importantly, for you, the readers. I am going to share something a little personal about myself - I am a perfectionist as well as AuDHD, and because this story and overall series has grown since I first started into having so many characters and plot points that intertwine, it proved extremely difficult to keep track of and keep it straight, which is why I made this decision to go back to the beginning and write it in order. Book 1 is The Rebellious Alpha. Book 2 is The Beta's Feral Alpha, which I am currently writing. Then we will have 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8, whi

As soon as they finished eating, Francesco called one of the new maids he had hired to take the plate to the kitchen where it was to be washed. Brinda pulled Francesco closer, his hair fell to cover his face. Then she placed her hands on his before she asked, “Why did you have to give up The Black Book? You shouldn't have. Despite the torture, I did not say anything.” “Baby, I'm yours. And I will do anything for you.” Francesco smirked. “Seriously, Francesco?” Brinda said, her voice dropping. “Be serious. Why did you have to?” “I told you earlier that you are my greatest obsession. How do you expect me to live without my obsession? I had to save you.” Francesco breathed but his facial expres

Keeley I was numb. Trapped inside my head, frozen, as I was marched down shadowy hallways on the too small shoes that had been forced onto my feet. I couldn’t let myself feel anything. If I did, I would become hysterical. Staying calm was the only weapon I had at that point. They wanted me afraid, especially the man who had washed me. Frankie, they had called him. He had left no part of my body unscrubbed and he hadn’t been gentle about it. My breasts were red raw, my thighs and pussy were screaming in pain. He might not have touched me with his fingers, but I felt violated.

His eyes , God they’re burning holes through Adrian. He watches Adrian’s hand slide across my cheek. His nostrils flare. He looks like a man who could kill a hurricane with his bare hands. Adrian doesn’t see him. But I do. And for one terrible second… our eyes lock. And everything inside me shatters. His face twists heartbreak, fury, jealousy, possession all in one flash. Then he disappears between the shelves. Just gone. But the echo of him stays like smoke in my lungs. ******* Later ,after I pull myself together enough to leave the library — the campus group chats explode.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

THIRD PERSON POV Frederick Bayron’s mind was a devastated battlefield. The alcohol had not silenced his demons; it had only given them sharper knives. As he left Luke’s room, the mansion’s hallway seemed to stretch like an elastic band. His steps, usually firm and calculated, were now clumsy, making him stagger from one wall to another while the opulent mansion spun in a vortex of shadows and distorted lights. The world was spinning, but at the center of that dizzying whirlpool, the vision of Luke naked under the white light of his room remained intact, burning his retinas.

she spat before she turned and stormed past him. Cain waited until the door slammed behind her before he reached me. “Roxy, are you okay?” “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snarled, and he stopped where he was. “This is all your fault.” His brows drew together. “How is this my fault? I just stood up for you.” “You destroyed my life.” The words ripped out of me. “My life was going perfectly. I was the invisible nerd with good grades and a scholarship. I had my future planned out. Then you came into my life and destroyed everything because of a fucking bet.”

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.