Jax Ragatha Ao3 Novels & Stories

I hump the air a few more times, “fuck the living shit out of that stainless steel?” “So far,” Ragh mutters and takes a step back, as if I’m dangerous or whatever. “I learned that you are not okay in the head, you try to have sex with air, you worship spoons and you want sex with spoons. Have you ever, by chance, visited a place called asylum? Would make a lot of sense.”

His vision was blurry for a while, making it difficult for him to focus on the items in front of him, and he felt a bit sleepy. After a few minutes, everything is visible to him. "What is going on with me right now, and why am I feeling a bit sleepy? I believe that when I passed on the meal," he mused to himself and paid little attention to his drowsiness. Gowthami discovered the same chain that matches Rajeev when she simultaneously opened the boxes that Rudra had offered her. She also got a ring with the Anahata (heart chakra) sign on it. In the package even, she also found a note from Rudra. She took the package open and began to read it. The letter was really written in an archaic langua

The marble burned under my palm, but it was nothing compared to what was happening inside me. I followed the pain. Every step toward the source of my agony felt like walking into my own execution. It was as if shards of glass littered the floor beneath my feet, slicing into me with each step, punishing me for moving forward, yet I couldn’t stop. The door was slightly open. Light spilled through the crack. And then I saw him. Jayden. My other half. My mate. My king. His back was to me, powerful and bare, his head bent toward the woman beneath him. Her pale skin glowed in the candlelight, her silver hair spilling across silk sheets. Aira the dragon princess.

(*Jill, Molly and Tatiana exchanging messages through I*******m*) cajill_: Hey! Good thing you opened your social media account. I wanna invite you for a week's vacation. writz_agatha: Where? cajill_: Somewhere here in Pampanga, duh? There are so many places to visit here and relax. writz_agatha: Yup, I forgot. Well then, see you? I guess. cajill_: Yes! See you, Tati!

Your insights can guide me as I craft the next chapters, making them even more compelling and relatable. In writing “Caged by Him,” I aimed to explore themes of love, struggle, and resilience. Each character is a reflection of real-life complexities, and I hope their journeys inspire you as much as they inspired me while writing. The emotional highs and lows are meant to engage you, to make you feel every triumph and heartache. I believe that stories have the power to connect us, to spark conversations, and to foster understanding. I hope this book does just that.

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Upon reaching the palace gate, Rara sneered when she saw two people who were about to walk inside the palace. "Look, who's here?" she approached them with a smile on her face. Aryan and Arabella look back and felt chills running down their spine upon seeing Rara. "W-what...what are you doing here?" Bella asked with a pale face. "What else? I'm chasing down criminals." she then stepped forward and look at the guards at the gate. "Brothers, these two are runaways from the Haguar Kingdom. They've murdered someone before and have been hiding from the authorities since then."

The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound. Blinking back the tears, I tried to ignore the rogue's face. She was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was so scared because she knew she was going to die. The desperate look in her eyes as she stared at me the same moment my father killed her. Jolting up from sleep, I found myself reeling from the nightmare I'd had a thousand times before. Except for this time, it seemed much worse. Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on.

Anger swelled in me. “You lied and almost destroyed my bond with my mate,” Rocha said standing up from his seat. I could see that his wolf had taken over. Rocha was never aggressive so no one made any move to stop him when he advanced towards her. “I am sorry. I wanted my child to be raised in a proper home. I wanted to give my child what I never had,” Agatha cried. “And you want to do that by destroying my life?” Rocha asked gritting his teeth. Before we could act, Rocha had Agatha held by the throat tightly.

I was being kidnapped by the members of the rogues who belonged to a secret cult, a secret society, that the clan never belonged to and rogues were seen as criminals and treated like one and deemed as wolves who went against the pack rules and because of how most clans see them, they took it upon their hands to get revenge for the clans taking their right away from them. My name is Rava Wolf, I'm an Omega, I'm a fourteen years old girl, who had no shelter over her head and was abducted from her pack, seven years ago, when the rogues invaded and almost wiped out all of us and pulled me away from my parents and I don't even know how their faces look like, neither do I remember them or my pack'