Huge Spoiler Novels & Stories

The spaghetti was delicious, but the suspense of being observed made the meal a bit less enjoyable. Unexpectedly, a figure appeared before me, and without looking up to confirm their identity, I assumed it was Drex. Frustrated by the situation, I stated, "Look, if you're not here to apologize, maybe you should let me be." Wiping my mouth with a table napkin, I finally looked up, only to be met with an unexpected surprise. The figure standing before me was not Drex, but Jasper, who was wearing a playful smile. My initial nerves took over as I greeted him, "Hey..."

She was lying in bed asleep unknowing of the darkness that was at the foot of her bed. She stirred, awakening from her slumber, her subconscious feeling the hard eyes staring at her. She sat up feeling uneasy as she reached for the glass of water beside her bed hands shaking as her fingers got nearer to the the glass, it dropped and smashed to the floor, water spattered all over the floor. She felt goosebumps, hair raising at the back of her neck. She gripped the blanket up to her neck and shouted, "I know you are here Hannah! What do you want from me?!" Suddenly, she felt the air getting colder and the spattered water splashing softly as footsteps are heard going near her. Slowly, the water

Alpha Mayhem says. Libby and Mother Agnes are speaking to one another in an old language. It is not like the one I heard Bruce speaking in but something different. Libby and Mother Agnes eventually finish their discussion. "We should go now. We would get there about the time it gets dark. Mother Agnes says there is an old speakeasy that we can go in and surprise Umbra. The tunnel is closed off and can only be opened with a password. It is our best shot at killing Umbra and maybe rescuing Bruce," Libby says.

The ornate rugs grace the beautiful, dark wooden floors, and there’s a balcony, perfect to sit out on when the winds aren’t too harsh. The bathroom however is troublesome. A painting of some dead nobleman overlooks the bathtub, and I make a mental note to get rid of it. Why would someone want a picture of a man watching them bathe? But first I need to know how to make my way around the entire grounds, and the third floor...and my room. I get lost trying to find my way back to the bedroom after showering, irrationally nervous that the mustached man on the painting will steal my maidenhood, and I finally return to see that someone has left a gift.

***TRIGGER WARNING: The next four chapters --especially this one and chapter 86-- are going to finally reveal the worst of the bad behavior. There will be abuse of almost every kind, including child abuse, elder abuse, animal abuse, and sexual abuse. Please read with caution. After this, there will continue to be a few surprises and bumps in the road, but nothing like this. Happier moments are around the corner, I promise.*** (James POV)

I took out Seth's iPad and continued watching the live video when I realized that it was my company that had been blown up by the Alpha of the Poldark pack. "What?" I screamed so loudly as let go of the iPad I was holding. I couldn't believe what just happened. Just when I was hoping for a positive reply from the Alpha of the Poldark pack, I got the most negative reply I will ever get. "I knew it! I had a bad feeling about this whole live-streaming of a thing he decided to host all of a sudden. He's trying to tell the world that more is yet to come. We need to prepare for the worst," Seth said.

Every statement that follows makes her stomach plummet as she listens. Her assistant, voice tight, adds, "We have a problem." Many sponsors have withdrawn, and clients are canceling meetings. This could ruin what you have labored for. The gravity of his remarks seeping in, Elizabeth swallows hard. Trying to breathe under the terrible chest pressure, she stares out the window and leans back in her chair. Years of effort have gone into creating her world, which is slipping through her fingers; she can do nothing to stop it. Her thoughts run over the events of the last three days. Who might have planned this? Who might have disclosed such harmful material?

Mission complete boss. Love, Alec. • "I turned around for 2 seconds and I heard a gunshot. I looked and saw Alec on the floor, gun in his hand and in a pool of his own blood." Lilith told Malakai in a lifeless, void and empty voice when they were in the hospital. Her words would stay with him forever. Lilith had lost, she was defeated by something so heartbreaking but as simple as death. She lost her life. A piece of her died too. And it wouldn't ever come back.

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”