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jumped into the jungle. But.... Jenny controlled her breathing, not letting herself suck in too much cold wind. The heavy snowfall blurred her vision, letting her speed gradually slow down. She gritted her teeth and took in the wind and snow. But He was her strong gray wolf. Even though she knew it was dangerous, she couldn't just ignore him. She knew, from the plot of the book, that Gray Wolf Mister Nick was probably dead. But if she could have changed the plot to his side, he should have survived.

He seemed all muscle under my touch, and just thinking about who could have taken down that wolf made my blood colder than the snow around us. What if we were under attack or something? Like in my dream? “You should get up.” I pleaded again, trying to suppress the trembling in my voice “Come on, I know you have friends or family who will probably come to get you soon, but you could get necrosis if you stay in the snow for too long. Not even wolves are immune to it. I read about it in a book once.” Again using both my hands, I tried to push him, wanting to dig his face out of the snow, but not even all my strength was able to move him a single inch.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

But I couldn’t do it. Instead, I opted for a happy ending. Maybe some of you will feel like their story is still incomplete to you. But to me, it is. They went from hating each other to loving each other and even dying for each other. It doesn’t go much deeper than that. As for the fact that the Snow brothers still have an unfinished business to take care of…. Well, this is where my good news comes in handy. My next book will be about Lucas Snow. The crazy, impulsive, thinks-he’s so-funny, younger brother.

ADRIAN Stella was three months old and I was running on approximately two hours of sleep when Maya called with news that Richard Corso had died. "What?" I said, trying to process the information while holding a crying baby. "Heart attack apparently," Maya said. "Jennifer called to let you know. The funeral is Friday." I hung up and told Emma, who was nursing Stella in the nursery. "How do you feel about it?" Emma asked. "I don't know," I admitted. "He tried to destroy us but he's still dead."

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

The video ended. I sat back, the cold seeping into my bones from the damp floor of the bilge. The pieces were clicking together with a terrifying, icy clarity. I wasn't Daniel Rovik. I was Anja. The woman in the snow. The woman who was supposed to be dead. Daniel was my partner. And we had something. Something powerful enough to kill for. The book. They had been looking for the book. The one I had in the car. The one I had left behind on the passenger seat.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Jon said. He looked at his Gamma and felt his face tighten. After almost losing Layla, he did not need this shit. A growl from deep within him had all the people in the room lowering their gazes and cowering in their seats. He was still too worked up. He’d killed the rogue too quickly; it hadn’t brought him anywhere near the satisfaction he craved. Cain craved death and destruction the way most wolves desired peace. If Jon was too stupid to understand that, then there was no room for him at his table.