Lullabies For Little Criminals A Novel Novels & Stories

Naomi announced. “That’s a given.” Jove smiled. “I can’t wait to be around a baby again,” Hobbs smiled. “They’re so tiny and precious.” “A baby made by Jovie Wimberly and Reno Valenzuela precious? I think you mean demonic.” Darla stated. “That child is going to take over the world!” “I sure hope so,” I grinned. “I say we start taking bets now,” Xavier declared. “On what?” I asked. “How old your child will be when they get arrested for the first time.”

Aurora released a breathy coo within her bassinet, one small fist uncurling in mid-air as if she were stretching toward the stars. And the Wolfe house thrummed to its new rhythm. Love filled the walls now—in lullabies and soft stories, in snuggly blankets and ambitious dreams. And no one had anything more to hope for. -------END OF BOOK 2 ELIANA

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

Fudge- I must be so stupid- why didn't I think of the obvious one? What if it was an intruder? I placed my hands over my mouth in terror. That couldn't be possible, right? Even when my parents were running this place and business was booming, they didn't get robbed. So, why would they rob now? Business wasn't really anything special these days. I swallowed when I heard a stool creak. Someone definitely just moved one of my stools and made no effort to be quiet about it. Tears filled my eyes when I realized I was in trouble. There was no one around to help me. I hurriedly glanced around for my phone only to stifle a sob when I realized it was still charging behind the counter.

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

He said to me and we made the trade and of course Seth wanted piece but I didn't mind at all. "I think he's kinda slutty. No offense but its true. He slept with Kris and Erwin the same night at the same party. He liked Declan once and that was disturbing" Collin said "I never associated with him but he's kinda weird" Nick said stealing one of Seth's fry. "Well he hates Seth and he can't wait to get his hands on me. I wanna punch him so bad" I said honestly "What about Jasper?" Nick asked "What about him?" I asked

Sleep didn’t come easy anymore. The city outside my window buzzed with the usual late night chaos sirens, car horns, drunken laughter but it all faded beneath the sound of my thoughts. And the silence in my chest where certainty used to be. I sat curled on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, staring at a wall of crime scene photos tacked above my desk. Red string, notes, pins. A web of corruption some of it expected, some of it pointing right back to the man who’d walked into my life and flipped it upside down.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

(INTO THE LULLABY) “BORN as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up into, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” With the book that she holds within her hands, the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words that no one could read, but somehow, she can. The gift from above that she considers her treasure, is asking her for something that’s kept her wondering for a while now, where it rings along with the following words. “Alone at night?