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The soldiers still stood guard around Hector despite their fear. "Everyone’s got a souvenir. I want a rug too," Ydrian joked. "B-Blasphemous!" one of Hector’s Betas barked. "Is that the only word you know?" Ydrian rolled his eyes. "Want me to lend you a dictionary?" I couldn’t watch anymore. A signal passed through the wind. Howls rang, echoing through the mist. Tonight, they meet their demise. Fog swept across the battlefield like the breath of spirits. Leaves rustled with warning. Confusion spread. Then came the figures. Mist-wolves. Ash-gray titans with glowing blue and amber eyes.

I knelt down to her level, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sweetheart, it's okay to feel a little scared. But remember, you're strong and brave, just like your brother," I reassured her, my voice filled with warmth and reassurance. She looked up at me, her eyes searching for reassurance. With a hesitant smile, she nodded and took a deep breath. Together, we walked through the school gates, embarking on this new journey hand in hand. Inside the bustling hallways, Mason's excitement only grew, as he eagerly waved to other children and tried to strike up conversations.

Anna looked down and found her feet buried knee-deep in snow. She looks around to see herself in the middle of a snowy taiga, the full moon at its peak and illuminating the dark forest. “Where am I?” she whispers to herself. It took much effort to move her feet and traverse the deep snow. As she walked around, she felt uncomfortable with the eerie silence. There was no noise at all. Still, she kept going. Anna arrives at a small clearing, where the shine of the full moon rests on an array of large rocks. She approaches the rocks for no clear reason and finds a wolf on the ground. Whimpering. Breathing weakly.

Till the next story! SEQUENCE OF DESTINED SERIES #1 Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid #2 Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate #3 Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress That’s all! Truly yours, Hiraeth Faith (marshmallowssprinkle)

I'm really sorry that the first chapter is so short and has so many parts but from the second chapter onwards the length increases and the chapters flow steadily so please keep reading. This book is unedited so if there are any spelling errors or typos please bring it up in the comments and I will definitely correct it to enhance your reading experience. This book is part of 'THE MISTER TRILOGY' with this being the first book. The order of the books are as follows: • Reading Mr. Reed • Owning Mr. Churchill • Breaking Mr. Black I hope you enjoy the book lovelies... WARNING!

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

The first book was from January – March, the second was from April – June, then, July – September, and lastly October – December. [That one. Page 20. That one, page 63. That one, page 43. And that one, page 60.] Phantom who heard everything loud and clear helped Shadow to show what page that didn't match the number. She delivered just the way it was as Midas picked each book with fascinating expression.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.