Huskerdust Wattpad Novels & Stories

Hazel's POV When I got back to my dorm, my head was spinning. I didn’t even bother taking off my sneakers. I just collapsed face-first into my bed, burying my face in my pillow and hugging it tight. How had my life spiraled to this point? I yanked open my laptop, my fingers hovered above the keyboard as I stared hard at the blinking cursor before bringing myself to type: Author: WildLifeOnCampus Title: The Stick That Rules the Rink

She was here about five minutes ago and just when she wanted to go in and stop him from drinking,the girl did. She gritted her teeth and left the place angrily. [LEWIS MANSION] Water dropped from lewis hair as he strolled toward his closet. He dried his hair,and picked his favorite colour of clothes,purple. He rubbed balm on his lip to lessen the pain,when his phone buzzed repeatedly in the bed. He went to check and his face went blank,turning real cold and murderous as he read. Anonymous Sender. •YOU HAVE A BABY,SHE GAVE BIRTH TO A BABY, A GURL CHILD TO BE PRECISE AND BY NOW,SHE OUGHT TO BE FIVE YEARS ALREADY•

Kayla Turi POV “Is everyone in this damn book insane?!” I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger. I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.

“About what happens after college. After we’ve… built things and written things.” Earnest’s smile softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “Tell me.” “Well,” I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. “It’s a little… far-fetched, maybe. But I’ve been daydreaming about a small house. Somewhere quiet, with a big garden. And maybe a little study for me, filled with books, and a workshop for you, where you can tinker with your inventions.” I felt a blush deepen as I continued. “And maybe, just maybe, a little dog. A scruffy terrier, or something like that.”

Derrick asked. I told him about the dream and explained how it all played out. “That means there are so many things you don't even know about your ex husband , from what you just said about your dream, it means that your husband is a werewolf and it could be that Kimora is his mate , but why then did he choose to deceive you as a human?” Derrick explained.

I murmured nodding my head thinking how I really need to watch my alcohol consumption. Our dinner passed quickly. Killiad is a good storyteller. I love how he talked about his adopted mom and Helena. His face visibly glows at his fondness for his second chance family. With Killiad everything seems so easy. Too easy. Like I’ve known him from the past but for the life of me, I can’t remember. I know he’s hiding something from me. Both Killiad and Gus. Gus confirmed it a few days ago when he rescued me from Brad. Well, Gus didn’t particularly tell me upfront that there’s something they’re hiding from me but the guilt on his face and his coughing fit confirmed my hunches. I just know not to push

Then, she lovingly said, "Luna, can you sing a song for me, please?" Luna was not in a good mood today. Before she left the country, she had decided to marry Cash, the husky. However, Hilda told her yesterday that Kater had fallen in love with a female husky and eloped along with its two sons. They were not coming back anymore. Hence, her mood was heavy, and the songs she sang were not as lively as they were before. She sang, "He must love you very much, more than he loves me."

But still, she could sense his doubt. Crystal had met Kyle a month after she and her sisters were released from the house of silence which was oddly enough also their body. She had remembered standing around lots of scattered human bones on the ground, and she couldn't believe she, or her sisters, had been that hungry. The bones had been satisfying, the blood pleasing, but to recover, the shadows of the Steeles had drifted to the sea to fully recuperate, and now, they were back to power.

Hollis is headed home, a two-week journey from where I’m headed. I stuff my hand into the small purse tied at my waist and cup the note I stashed there earlier. There’s no chance for us. I’m not stupid. Kieran’s plan isn’t going to work, and our diplomatic relations with Snowcrest are probably damaged forever. But as Kash slides into the carriage next to me and asks for yet another round of stories, I run my thumb over the words inscribed on the tiny page. He believes. And if he believes, I can find a way to believe, too.

Alcander growled while he stepped in front of Helmer and took a step toward Dakota. I looked behind me and I already saw the pups running to the pack house. Thank the moon goddess. "I'm not leaving without my mat-" "SHES NOT YOUR MATE!!" Alcander yelled. I rushed over to him and place my hand on his back. He was breathing hard but he didn't spare me a glance. "Dakota leave. It's been, what? A year?! Leave now. I'm staying." He growled at my response. "What?! What did he do!? Rape you?! Brain washed