Inside Her Novels & Stories

"Yessss!" The house trembles as I deliver blow after blow after blow, my brain is on something above overdrive an unearthly thinking clouding it, I want her dead,I i want her dead now!, how and whatever is inside her. Wait what? My train of thoughts slow down enough for me to process that there's another entity inside her and what appeared to be an altogether too bright glow was actually coming her and another inside her, through the attacks I managed to peer deeper, deep enough to see the tiny fetus growing within her.

Thankfully, she was able to know when she is about to go full vampire. "I told you I'd take care of it. I'm fine" He poked her nose and she smiled. For some reason, she remembers everyone but Iris and Rowan. She picked up her fork and continued eating. "I have something for you" Jordan walked to the fridge and opened it wide. "Oh my God!" Her eyebrows flew to her forehead. It contained nothing but blood in bags. "Is that…your blood?" Jordan picked out one and walked back to her. "Try it"

She's been battling with herself whether she would continue or just back out. After a couple of minutes, thinking, she finally had the urge to raise her hand and reach the rusty door lock. She entered the passcode and the door swung open. Era, who is watching something on her phone and Mijo, Flute, Black and Yuri who sat with her on the sofa with serious faces came to her view. It was like they already expected her to come. Black smiled widely, making his small eyes smaller. "You spent quite a long time outside. Flute heard you coming."

The excitement bubbling in her chest made it nearly impossible to contain. The house stood as it always had—a place of warmth and familiarity. The door was unlocked, which was a little surprising but not entirely out of place. Pushing it open, she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the cozy living room. Memories of laughter and shared moments filled the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. "Goodness, where’s he hiding now?" she murmured with a soft chuckle, her voice breaking the quiet stillness.

Then her grip loosened, and she went still again. The monitors steadied. Her breathing slowed. She wasn’t gone, but whatever had taken hold of her had retreated as suddenly as it came. Darius stood slowly. The room was silent except for the quiet hum of the machines. “What did she mean?” Ember whispered. He stared at Madeline’s still face. “Inside,” he repeated. “She said he’s inside.” Kellan frowned. “Inside what? The pack?” “No,” Darius said softly, almost to himself. “Inside us.”

She nodded to a few people as we passed—a stable boy, a tall guard with hollow eyes—each interaction tight and economical. We stopped outside thick oak doors that groaned on their hinges when she pushed them open. Inside was chaos. The kitchen was already alive. Flames roared beneath giant pots. Boots thudded. Knives clattered. The smell—yeast, smoke, blood, and salt—wrapped around me like a second skin. No one noticed me right away. No one except a tall, broad woman near the ovens with several fingers missing from her right hand. Julise caught her eye. “Tomasina.”

With a gentle push, she entered the dim interior. The air within was heavy with the scent of herbs and earth, a combination that filled Clara's senses. Her eyes adjusted to the subdued light, revealing the small, cluttered space. Shelves lined with jars of various concoctions lined the walls, and a low, flickering fire danced in a hearth at the corner.

She wasn’t that innocent not to figure it out. And she couldn’t believe that after all the things that happened – she couldn’t find any exhaustion in her entire system. She should be sleeping soundly now – but it was as if all of the cells in her body were still active. Shea bit her lower lip – as she washed her shoulders. Her insides suddenly turned hot as it stirred her stomach down to her core. She closed her eyes – as she tried to calm her inner wolf. She wanted to stop her thoughts, but they were growing so wildly that she wanted to touch herself. She couldn’t believe that she had this side of her – and it was just because she was thinking of Denver.

Shrugging from the remembrance she realized they had gotten to his house. "Get into the house" he ordered as he put in some words on his post locker and from then she knew she couldn't go out of his house because it was blocked. She followed and went in and some maida rushed in to take her into a room just from the look on Zion's face he had communicated already to them and they understood. When she went there she realized it was his bedroom the bed where she had been fucked to have this baby in her rummy right now. Remembering how she moaned as his lips met her clitorical area, when his lips met her nipples, when he penetrated her with his big member and she saw the clouds and came immediat

she whispers before I spin back around and get the fuck out of there. I head straight toward my own room and slam the door behind me. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror and barely recognise myself. Not much may have changed on the outside, but on the inside, I feel like I’ve been possessed. It’s unnerving, it’s unfamiliar, and I punch my fist at the man looking back at me because it was not part of the fucking plan. XXX