Jir Novels & Stories

H E R B R E A T H I N G W A S fast while she felt the wind brush across her face. She rounded a corner which led towards her house where she came to a stop after her usual morning jog. Opening the door, Natasha Johnson found her mother in the kitchen as she walked towards the fridge. "Breakfast is ready, " came Jenna, whipping something from the pan, "I made pancakes, your favorite! " "I think I'm gonna be late for school, mom! " Natasha teased before brushing back a strand of her golden pony-tailed hair and taking a gulp of water from a bottle.

C H A P T E R 3 0 : H E R W O R S T F E A R A N D B R U I S E D A N K L E J A V I E R S U M M E R S “Jiev.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

She's expressed there is no interest on her end, but he is relentless and thats probably one of the best attributes about him that Riley loves as she knows he will protect and care for her no matter what. Riley rolls out of bed and stretches as she sits at the edge. With only 20 minutes until she has to leave for school, she has no time to shower. She strips out of her pink silk pajama set and grabs a pair of skinny jeans, a cropped white t-shirt that hugs her upper half, and her converse. She then brushes out her hair, which she styles in a messy bun atop her head. She stands in front of her floor-length mirror, assessing the way she looks. Riley knows she's pretty. She's petite but has cur

Teddy I start to stir as a light surrounds me. I feel warmth and calm. I look around and see that I am not in the hospital room with Jenni, and I start to panic. “Jenni!? Love where are you?!” I start to run and I am getting more and more worried as I cannot see her anywhere. I can’t hear anything either. I fall to my knees and the tears start to fall. “Hello Theodore.” I jump to my feet and whirl around, I see a lady with long hair and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Her skin is almost gold in color. “Goddess.” I bow out of respect. “I know that you have many questions and want answers. I want you to know that Jenni is special. I know that you are all suffering with her pain that

“Jai is the second son of Alpha Leander and Luna Sara, making him my second cousin. Jai is a homebody and also a master horseman. He’s kind yet strong and dominant when he needs to be due to his Beta status. “Jai has been waiting for his mate since he was a child. It’s all he ever went on about when he was little,” Adam chuckles. “Of course, he’s a hybrid like the rest of us, but he’s also part banshee-like his mother, actually making him a tribrid.” I swallow hard. I didn’t know banshees were real! I always thought they were just something I read about in fairytales. But then I should have known better; humans read about our world in books yet don’t believe it. Typical.

I entered the store and heard him shouting, "I want a burrito with baking and..."

Teresa shook her head vigorously with a terrified look in her eyes and screamed, "Amaria No!!" As it charged towards Amaria, the Chimera jumped down from above and shrieked loudly.

I said. "My goddess, what do you mean? I don't understand," she said in confusion. "I am also Ari, the daughter of your alpha. I lived among the mortals for some reasons I could not disclose," I said while transforming into my passive-aggressive form. "I am confused, my goddess. Isn't the alpha's child a male?" Jala asked while stumbling to the floor. I shook my head, reached out to her to help her stand, and answered, "I am an Immortal, causing me to have a different feature than a regular beastman. My father never denied that I am a female. The tribe just kept on forgetting it because of my appearance."

I'll have to take her word for it. "Ooh! I want a giant churro!" Geni says and practically bounces into the vender line. "You want one?" "Sure, as long as they have margaritas, too." She snorts. "It's a soccer game. Of course there are margaritas." As we wait, I keep people-watching. I've never seen so many flags and foam fingers and noisemakers in my life. The sound is almost deafening. I lean over. "Is it always this loud?" I yell in her ear.