Less Than Zero Novel Novels & Stories

And that was how the wolfless girl became the greatest Luna the world had ever known. THE END

Jeane Wilson, 26 was the youngest of the Wilson triplets. She was home alone when the loan sharks came. Jeane was busy on her rusty laptop, submitting her romance novel to harleyquinn for the one hundredth time when the kitchen door smashed open. She instantly knew who her intruders were. Afraid, she grabbed a penknife and dashed to the back of her room door.

But none of them mattered. Today, I had a client. I reached the basement door, pushed it open, and locked it behind me with a firm click. The air was cooler here, quieter, heavier, it smelled like something nasty was about to happen here, something that will make me feel relieved. “Shawty, I didn’t think you’d come this early,” one of them greeted, his voice low with anticipation.

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

I assured her. "It's been seven years. Two thousand five hundred and twenty days, approximately. That's a whole lot of time" She muttered. "You must be really smart to have all that figure in your head. You lost me at two thousand" I mumbled but Alisa seemed to have heard me cause she chuckled. "So, what novel are you reading, princess? I hope you're not a romance freak" I tried to change the subject. She chuckled. "I wouldn't call it romance. The characters lack the drive and the very essence of the book is negligible. The writer seemed to have made sex the only purpose of the characters and even at that, the scenes are very disappointing. I wouldn't even call it erotica".

As fast as they came, they are off into the untracked woods of the Wildlands. Author's Note Dear Readers, Thank you so much for reading and supporting this long journey we have taken together. Chapter Eight in The Dark Below is a milestone within the novel itself. It is the halfway point. I cannot thank any of you, readers, enough for your support. Even if you just thought about giving my book a chance or thought about my story in general, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Chapter nine will be available near the middle or end of January. There we will explore Salavanta and her first mate, Gardax’s travels through the sky with the hopes of gathering a crew for the utmost important missio

Somehow I moved my gaze to the shadow dude, who had the decency to chuckle at my state. “If you’re thinking of jumping don't bother Love. You would have a long fall before hitting the rocks at the bottom of The Divide.” He crossed his arms “What a shame that would be too.” “The Divide?” I asked cautiously still unnerved. “You know the giant ravine leading to the mine? Even my grandmother could see it and she is blind as a bat.” The sapphire eyed male snarked rolled his eyes at me in distaste. “Thanks for the input.” I cut in icily eyeing the window. Maybe jumping to my death would be better than staying here.

FUCK ME, STEP DADDY 2 Lila’s knees sank into the thick rug as she knelt before him, completely naked, her skin flushed from the short walk down the hallway. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Marcus towered above her, bare-chested, the low-slung black lounge pants doing nothing to hide the thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His hazel eyes burned into hers, they were dark, possessive, and impatient.