Matter Novel Novels & Stories

Alpha Cowell conceded and Beta Craig growled at him. "You gotta be kidding me, we're talking about your health right now and you're saying something else. Who told you you are going to stress us?!" Beta Craig snapped at his best friend, forgetting he was talking to the Alpha King. "I said I'm fine. Don't talk rudely to me!" Alpha Cowell also snarled, getting upset with his best friend. He knew his best friend was worried about him but he had to know that even if they see the most powerful healer, his illness can't be cured because it has been caused by the brain. He developed the illness years later when his Luna died. He loved his mate so much but she hid her scent from him the moment she g

"You might be able to take my body by force, after all, you're a mob boss. But you can never take my mind, the mind that will decipher those international cyber codes you're so curious about, the ones Elena is after. The choice is yours; either you apologize properly for your ugly jealousy, or those codes will remain locked in that cyber network forever." Matteo, sitting opposite me with his legs crossed, holding an iced strawberry, looked at me defiantly, and for the first time, a terrible admiration appeared on his dark face. His harsh, ruthless mask crumbled, and the dreadful jealousy was giving way to a deep surrender to Nova's unwavering, unyielding intellect.

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Now she had to spend two hours in the same peace. The bus hostess smiled and pointed to the empty seat. Passing between the seats on either side, she reached her desired seat. Her seat was by the window. And someone, who was sitting in the first seat, had his face hidden behind the book. He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He was completely unaware of the world around him. "The Enemy With John Ventry" had written on the cover of book. Whatever he had was lost in the book when she approached it.

“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading” Fading? “Is it supposed to fade?” “Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Dylan Hayes is dying after all” My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.

The sequel to The Snow Storm by Morgan Dawson September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Yes, 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. “Hello, Mr. Matthews, my name is Marnie Jameson. I am a reporter for a national magazine. I would really like to do an intrview with you-” She begins.

I had not seen them since I made the order and quickly examined my handy work without noticing that Alpha Mark approached the table to speak with us. “Alpha Vance, Luna Sianna, if it’s not much trouble, there is a small matter that I would like to bring to your attention,” The twenty-two-year-old Alpha began. “Speak Mark, don’t make us wait until Christmas,” Vance flared, aiming to keep his displeasure under wraps. Alpha Mark was nervous but did as directed, “I believe that I have found my mate among one of your omegas.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying his best to appear nonchalant.

The betrayal, the horrible things those rogues did to me. The sound of their voices, smell, the awful feeling of their sweety dirty bodies crashing into mine. How they bite me over my mate mark. My arms, inner thighs, breasts, and how they laughed. Their groans and grunts. Everything would haunt me forever. I chose the second one. Now I’m a tall, dark beauty. My eyes are hazel brown, and my hair is almost black. I’m no longer naïve. No more will I be a fool. Never would anyone keep me in the dark. I’m Mallory, and I remember everything.

She was the absolute worst in Hayden Society. Natasha could excuse being a half-breed as not her fault, given the fact that she didn't give birth to herself. Her mother was one of the most glorified werewolves in Hayden—at least she used to be, until she got mated to a human, an abomination in Hayden's eyes. She was insulted and regarded as a disgrace for being mated to a human, to the point where she had to leave Hayden to be with him. Seven years later, after her mother's tragic passing, Natasha had to return to Hayden.

Old woman: What's your name young man? Chris: Christopher Hunt ma'am. Old woman: I'm Mallory Stevenson. You can call me Mell. Chris: Okay then you can call me Chris. Mallory: So, what's troubling you so much? If you would like to talk about it? Chris: Oh it's fine. But what do you mean? Mallory: It's written all over your face. I was shocked, she just read my face. Is it that's easy to read my face? Mallory: Is it about a girl?