Lynn Garfield Novels & Stories

Lynn scooted out of the staff break room while she stuffed her mini tarot deck into the pocket of her pants. April stared at the door as it closed. If Lynn worked, her cards right… Crap, she had a lifetime companion and now she needed to figure out how to tell him… She needed to find him… Then after the disaster between the coven and the Vagas Moon Alpha pairing. How much drama will come from the coven about this pairing?

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

As I managed to press my weight on the door, it opened, and I figured out I was right all along; I was in the middle of a cornfield, and the only light I could spot was a distance away. “We're not going to make it,” my wolf said to me. I had tried shifting but it was almost impossible. Too painful, to be specific. “We…we'll try” I replied, grabbing my chest as a form of support. My head became light and my eyes turned heavy, blurring my vision along the way. “We need help.” My wolf continued. “At this point, we are going to die,” my wolf uttered. “No shit!” I muttered. “Where… Just where?” I thought

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Kate should not feel bad that she had tried to rip the guys throat out. "I see. Well I thought I should let you know that Lindon died about 15 minutes ago. It seems your slashes couldn't be healed." The Alpha said gravely. "No amount of stitches, blood transfusions or surgery were fixing them. The stitches dissolved, the blood just seeped out as quickly as it was put in and the surgery just made it worse. Did anyone ever tell you your wolf might be mystical?" "Her wolf? Mystical?" Kate's father asked. "How?"

"Yaacob, do you really want to kill me? Are you really going to abandon me and my father for that woman?" Hearing that, Yaacob's lips curled up mockingly. "Weren't you the ones trying to scheme against me first?" Lynn felt a bit guilty. She dusted off her skirt and stood up. She walked over and said, "I want to talk to you. Can you let me in?" "Stay right there." Lynn was the daughter of the president. She was usually treated like a princess everywhere she went. She remembered her task for the day and said, "I—"

he announced, then gestured to the little girl in his wife's arms, "and that is Valerie." His response was met with a wave of cheers and excited murmurs. Little Brian, delighted by the noise, began to clap with the uncoordinated joy of a toddler, his tiny, clumsy hands charming everyone who saw them. The journalists had their story. In that single, simple admission, Mr. Garfield had confirmed everything - the children's lineage, their namesakes, and the triumphant return of the woman they had all believed was gone.

She felt the power that surged through her veins. The zombie apocalypse prepared her for this moment, in a way. Killing things that resembled people no longer bothered her as much as it would have when she was a child. She shook at the realization but kept going. Now was not the time to get in your feelings. Once she had cleared out the werewolves inside the castle, she stepped out the front door. There were so many. They covered every inch of the once graceful field. Bloodstained every stone and every piece of grass. She had had enough. She was getting ready to kill them all when she heard Hunter shout from inside.

RUBY. The burial site was somber, set at the back of the pack house, where a grave had already been dug. A simple wooden coffin lay at the center, surrounded by mourning pack members. Alpha Kael, Dawn, Carolina, and Beta Alvin stood at the forefront, each holding a pristine white bouquet that contrasted starkly with the dark earth. Clinton and I were right behind them, his right arm gently wrapped around my shoulders, offering me a surprising sense of comfort.