Hook Readers Novels & Stories

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

The fans were roaring in the distance, creating a vibrating hum through the walls. Because of the massive scale of the event, Julian had to be heavily secured. The main hotel lobby and the exit gates downstairs were absolutely packed. There were hundreds of sports reporters, medical staff, international journalists, and greedy paparazzi waiting eagerly to catch the exact moment every star hockey player stepped out of the hotel.

Warning her not to take much of alcohol. Hazel looked up at Noah, and his eyes met hers. They blushed silently, turning away as if they could feel my eyes on them. Of course, I was watching them. Everything about the both of them reminded me of Daniel. However, another eye couldn’t leave me at that moment. Adam’s. I just pretended to be absentminded, enjoying the party, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Yep. Everyone except Alpha Quirin. He said he didn’t want any proof of what he does to these assholes.” “Probably a good idea,” I say, clicking the link from Tracker. Wendy hands me a set of ear buds and I put them in, just as I connect to the group. “Saber, Saber, this is Hacker, can you read me?” I ask into the microphone. “I hear you, Hacker. Welcome back.” “Thank you, it’s good to be back.” I mute the microphone. “Any word on Hijack?”

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

"Your love-bite.." "What??" I streaked and all the eyes turned towards me and i muttered a sorry, sipping on my tea. Once i was sure that everyone indulged back in their talks, i turned to Harini again. "Have you lost it?" "Its nothing wrong dude. Lets sign a deal, if i ever forget to hide my hickey, you will inform me. And i will inform you if you forget to do the same. What say?" She proposed in whisper. "No dummy..you mistook me. I cannot have a hickey!"

He first noticed her unmistakable auburn hair, then her determined expression following the burnt trees’ path on reverse. She must have thought she was extra-aware of her surroundings, judging by the way she turned her head to listen. It reminded him of a mimicker asked to portrait the image of awareness; too much show and very little effect. But he could only laugh at her clueless attempt, because she was easy prey for anyone with a minimal sense of tracking.