It Ends With Us Second Book Novels & Stories

“Even if you successfully kill him, a whole pack will come after you. Us. You need to think this through.” I smiled. “They will only come after me. My priority is to save you and our sisters.” She shook her head, in complete displeasure at what I said. But the only thing she could do was disagree over and over again. After I saw Wevi’s sacred book bleed, a book that foretells the fate of my sisters and me. It was a sign that she will soon meet her mate. She will soon suffer. And her mate… will soon die. A curse in our family. A curse we cannot reverse or break. A curse that was destined for us.

He said softly as he planted a kiss on my lips and I felt fireworks went off in my head. My dream of standing on stage has led me right into Robin’s arms and he was right all along. I belong to him and no one else. The End.

Fallon has given me renewed purpose, a future. And honestly, I can’t wait. THE END ** WANT MORE OF THE SIX-PACK SERIES? BOOK TWO IS NOW AVAILABLE: ALPHA THEO **

The young werewolf who had a fine build walked to the side of the car his mother was in. She told him some things Harold couldn't hear from where he was. Not like he was bothered. He was free from her. Free from everyone. He was in Golden Lake University, his school. Max walked back to his luggage with a smirk on his face. The very second he left his mother's side, the limousine's engine came alive with a mild hum and tumbled down the road at a great speed. Harold sighed when Sarah was gone. “Where's it being held?” Max asked.

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“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped

If they left him a note, would the aliens read it and come after them? “We’ll have to use some type of code so that the aliens don’t read it and follow us,” she mused. “I’ll start packing,” Felix said as he rushed toward the bedrooms. Kendra placed Eugene in the portable crib that was positioned at the end of the sofa and began to pull food from the cupboards. “You won’t need too much,” Ari urged. “Just enough to hold us over for a few days. There will be plenty to eat in Center Land.” “I’m not sure I want to go to Center Land,” Kendra admitted.

It was Riiger’s pack, I had finally found it. I carried Riiger’s pack back to my tent; it was considerably light, it seemed the essentials such as blankets and ammunition were taken out already but the personal belongings were still there. There were some clothes and a journal left in it. I didn’t recognize the clothes; they didn’t make any sense to me. But the journal looked familiar; it was covered in snake skin. Riiger would scribble on it every day, he named the journal Meelah never got to know why. I pull it out; carefully open it to a random page “Day 3 in the Northern Border, of Month 3. Hey Meelah, it’s been awhile. I’m sorry about that. The battle was pretty thick today; the smoke f

The world wasn’t finished with us. And we weren’t finished with it. End of Book One To be continued… Book Two: The Crown of Ashes and Embers (If you want it.)

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.