Freaky Friday 2 Novels & Stories

she screamed and before I could do anything I was dragged to the basement. While in the basement, I suddenly remembered that there were some tortillas on the pan. I chuckled to myself. Hopefully, I don't get roasted like them today, because it seems like the whole pack is mad at me today. "Will this ever end?" I thought to myself. I stayed in the basement till evening. Let me tell you one thing about this place. It has many cells. Rogues were in some. There were people in their wolf form who couldn't shift back because their human side was dead.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

the voice barked. Dismissing the warnings of the voice, I reduced my height till my eyes were at the level of the keyhole and from there I peeped in to see Aunt Uka naked, her hair scattered like a thatched house. She was riding a man that mocks the size of Uncle Philip. This young man enjoying the ride had both hands under his head and eyes closed.

“You’re going to be the most stubborn, fire-breathing mama ever. Oh my goddess—I need to come visit. Jax better be taking care of you.” “He is,” Tora said through a laugh. “But wait. There’s more.” There was a beat of silence. “What do you mean more?” Tabby asked suspiciously. “It’s twins.” Tabby’s shriek echoed so loudly through the speaker that Tora had to yank the phone away from her ear. “WHAT?!” “Oh my goddess, I nearly dropped the phone!” Tabby gasped, laughing through tears. “TWO of them?!” Tate let out a low, stunned chuckle. “Guess that means double the fire, huh?”

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

"Fate is an unpredictable bitch." "Don't start." Amaliah shook her head. "End of discussion." "Fine." Sheila rolled her eyes. "When are we leaving for dinner? We'll bring the twins home with us, right? They spend more time with mom and dad than they do here." "You know why." Amaliah stared pointedly at her. "I still think something's not right. I don't believe in ghosts. Do you?" Sheila squinted at her friend. "No more than I believe that there's an afterlife." Amaliah sighed. "But, they've not been having those nightmares since they started staying with my parents. It must be because this house is full of memories of Rafael."

"Your game is stupid and I want no part in it. You might as well come out now." She looked around frantically, hoping to see any of the people who had brought her here against her will. She looked at the only door which secondarily stood between her and her freedom. She stared hard at it, expecting the door to be swung open any minute now. However, nothing happened. She heard no footsteps coming. She heard nothing at all. "Fiona?" She called out almost on the edge of panicking. She hated how her voice was coming out croakily. "Sarah?" She tried. She had not realised that the waterworks had started until she felt the treacherous teardrops on her feet. She angrily wiped away the tears using he

I silently shone my phone's flashlight downward. The light shone on the pink bunny slippers under my bed. They were right where I remembered them to be. The Leah who stood before me was barefoot. How creepy. There was a Leah who could easily move in the dark, but there was also another Leah who was supposed to be wearing her slippers and had night blindness. One of them had flawless skin, while the other had a wound on their face. An absurd thought entered my head, but it was the only explanation that made sense. They were two different people!

The heavy apartment door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. And suddenly, Maeve was alone. Completely alone in the dark. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. Maeve snatched it up instantly, her eyes scanning the screen. A photograph appeared. It was Max's body—still preserved. Relief washed through her in a sudden, sickening wave. At least one thing hadn't gone wrong yet. At least she still held that card. Another message popped up right beneath the photo: *What now?* Maeve stared at the image of her cousin's husband for a long moment. Then, with steady, cold fingers, she typed back two words:

Die, Leanne Foster! "Die, Leanne Foster!" Kiwi repeated it three times. I glared at her in warning. "Say that one more time and I'm throwing you in a frying pan." This time, she had the sense to shut up. I glanced over at the dog crate. Whiskers and Sunny were curled up together like always. There was nothing out of the ordinary. After using the bathroom, I reached for the flush. The second I looked up, I found myself staring into two pairs of glowing green eyes.