Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel Novels & Stories

The Red Moon was only three months away, and my wolf was willing to do anything for that woman. With a furious noise, I stopped in front of a large window, observing the training grounds. I’d had hundreds of maids. High-ranking she-wolves, beautiful humans... all of them disposable objects I used to release my sexual tension and then tossed aside without remorse. But Madeline... Madeline was an anomaly. It wasn't just the mate bond that irritated me. There was something in her gaze, a spark of resistance that refused to die even when I crushed her under my boot.

Wendy After a long bus ride, Alec and I finally make it to Lockeport, Nova Scotia, a little after dark. Freezing rain slices through the night, coming down on my shoulders and hair and making me shake. Hunched over, we sprint for a restaurant's overhang. "Ugh." I rub my hands against my arms. "I didn't even think about rain." "Soon it'll be snow." My lips draw thin. This is the wrong time of year to do an in-depth tour of thirty-eight hundred islands.

Or something else? I ran my fingers over them.Who had made them?And when?I looked around the room.Suddenly, it didn't feel like I was the first person to be locked inside.A cold feeling settled in my stomach.I stepped away from the wall.Then the biometric lock beeped.I froze.The light changed from red to green.I stared at it.The door didn't open.But the screen opened and a name appeared KIRRILY CROSS

Sounds on the castle floors. She walked towards the library and picked a book, she kept on the third self, this was usually were she kept all her books, her favorites and the one she was planning to read. "Blood and war, a angel weakness.." Madeline read the title as she turned the cover to read the prologue, the writer didn't have time to right much she thought to herself as she glanced through it. *She had seen fire, she had seen wars,she had seen life to its fullest and death at its worse.But now there was nothing left. Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl.*

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

She told him to stay away what part of that don't he understand? Opening the last box she saw a file wrapped in a red ribbon, she took a look at it wondering what the field was for, reaching out and untangled the knot holding the file together, she flipped it open and saw a copy of her former marriage certificate, the one she burnt last three years and watched the ashes blown about in the wind disappear into the dark starless night, the cold air drifting the thick dark smoke into the night. Her mind blanks as she searched opened further, she then noticed it was merged with another file.

If he didn’t, it would die in his inbox, and no one else would ever see it. Either way, I felt lighter. For the first time in weeks, I slept. Blackwood’s POV The courtroom had emptied hours ago, but the quiet of my study still carried its own kind of trial. A stack of briefs sat untouched beside me, the decanter of scotch only half poured. My phone buzzed once, sharp against the mahogany desk. An email. From her. No pleasantries. No explanation. Just a file attached with a subject line that read: “For your eyes only. …J.”

------ CRACK Woken up again by the loud crack of thunder, I couldn't feel the warmth of Declan. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and searched the room realizing he was no longer beside me. Lightning struck outside my window again, and I could see that my window had been blown open. I walked over on shaky legs, scanning the outside of the manor trying to see out into the blackness. I couldn't see anything outside because of all the rain and darkness, so I shut the window quickly. Another strike of lightning followed by a clap of thunder made me jump back away from the window with a small yelp. I turned around as another strike of lightning invaded the window and I could see a figure in the c

She thought. Bohden walked with her to the entrance, a maid was already there pushing the door open for them to enter. Another surprise was waiting for her, the decorations and furnitures gave a vibe of a whole new level of technology that even their era haven't reached yet. Two rows of male and female maids stood by the sides of the doorway, welcoming their master and mistress. "Welcome home Mrs Dauntsey!" They all sang out loud in a balanced manner, she was awed by their personal appearances, they looked so beautiful to be maids and why the hell was everybody beautiful here? She couldn't believe her eyes. It's like everything that is happening here is fictional and not real at all. From th

“I… I don’t remember.” “This necklace helped me to kick start my career. After I was successful, I got it back from the pawn shop. I was hoping that I would be able to return it to you.” Andrew took out a delicate diamond necklace from his pocket. At the back of the necklace, there was an engraving of my name. I had indeed given it away to someone before. “You should divorce immediately and distance yourself from Aaron. “I’ll arrange some bodyguards for you so no one can harm you again.