Novel & Cerita Latecomer Book

TAMSIN James was two hours late. I stood in the living room, watching the candles gutter in their holders. Condensation wept down the champagne bottle. The ice had long since melted. Seven o'clock had come and gone. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Tammy." That's what he'd said when I invited him. When I told him I had something special planned. It was nine o'clock now. I dialed his number for the third time, thumb hovering over the call button. Please don't be drunk. Please don't make me regret this.

“Don’t be suspicious. I’m just putting in some extra hours. The hot air balloons need maintenance too.” “What time will you be back?” I asked him again. “A little later.” “Okay. I’ve made your favorite dishes, so please come home soon.” As time went on, whenever I asked, his responses became more dismissive. “I’ll be back later.” All those ‘laters’ often stretched into the early hours of the morning. Then there was the night I had heated his meal several times already when my phone suddenly pinged with a notification. It was a post from Michelle.

"Mommy, why aren't you back to be with me yet?" Tyler's eyes bulged in rage when he saw Calvin. I could guess why—Calvin was like a mini version of me, aside from the fact that he was a boy. Tyler's gaze traveled between Calvin and me. After a long silence, he pointed a trembling finger at me. "How dare you betray me and even give birth to a bastard! Tell me who the father is!" Calvin had inherited Skyler's personality. He didn't really understand what "bastard" meant, but he could tell it wasn't anything nice.

My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving. "I want to start reading," I said giggling then run my feet to the most colorful cabinet. My hand was so close to grabbing the first book but someone interrupted me. "Later, Sam. There's more to see." We went to the room's floor where all of the rooms were located. There were seven classy, exquisite, modern, and expensive-looking rooms including my room and his room. The first room was his parent's room, the second was his, the third was mine and the rest was specially made for the visitors.

I didn't feel it. All I could think about was Maya. Where was she? Had anyone decent given her a coat? She missed her meds. If the nerve pain hit, how bad would it get? Five long minutes later, the thick stack—over thirty pages—finally finished printing. I reached for the stack, but Winnie slapped her hand over it. "What's the rush? I haven't organized it yet." She lifted the papers and tapped them on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow. Deliberate.

I clung to the hope that maybe the arrival of our child would bring us back together, and we could finally be the family I had always dreamed of. However, I should have known better. When I was six months pregnant, Caleb came home earlier than usual, a rare event in itself. He carried a folder, his face unreadable. He sat beside me on the couch, his arm pulling me into his chest, the warmth of his embrace so painfully familiar that my heart skipped a beat. "Grace," he murmured, his breath tickling my ear, "you know Emily has kidney failure." I froze, my body stiffening in his grasp. "Yes... and?"

John asked, noticing the change in her mood. "My mentor is a lot more impressive than I thought…" Lucy said, her tone finally serious. She started working on the second layer of defenses. "Other than this man's basic information, I couldn't get anything." No surprise there, to be honest. Her skills had already been this impressive more than twenty years ago. If she hadn't retired, she would be terrifying by now. "What is the basic information, then?" John asked. He planned to have Kenneth dig into the rest. "Name is Nathan Lynch," Lucy said as she read off the information from the screen. "From Harbor City. Fifty years old, male, chairman of Lynch Group. When he was young, he built up quite

“In other words, they won’t know what’s truly at stake until it’s already too late.” I took a deep breath. Fate was so ironic. They treated me like a tool, thinking they could control my destiny. They had no idea that I was the one in control. "The pack members who were kind to me..." I thought of a few faces. "Martha, the old housekeeper. Leon, the trainer. And Elena, the physician... they were all good to me." "We can contact them in secret," Damon said. "Invite them to join us under the pretense of building a new pack."

My now thick thighs were boldly exposed through the slit that ran down my left leg. "It feels surreal." I said. Tonight was the Majors ball, the night Judas-Caine intended on breaking our relationship to the outside world. There was no telling it would go unopposed, or we would not become a general laughing stock. "Are you sure tonight would go well?" I asked Carly again. "I mean, i really have an issue facing a room full of elites." "Oh not at all, I'm pretty sure it might not but hey, that's not the problem. The case here is that tonight is not about you, it is about the hundreds of elites who would actually be present."