Mimi Matthews Books Novels & Stories

"Supreme Alpha Idris is treating that ugly freckled female so gently! His inner wolf didn't even let out an angry growl when her teeth drew blood from his lips! His silver eyes are completely full of pack love!" "My ears agree! Do your thoughts think she is his new secret mate? Will her boots become the new mother queen to little Jabari and Amara inside the manor?" The group of pack women whisper frantically back and forth, finding the whole sight completely crazy and unbelievable to their minds, but the blood on Idris's lips is totally true. Just then, the territory art teacher, Molly Larkins, lifts her chin high and says with a very firm, angry voice, "That hunt is completely impossible!"

She turned her full attention to the many shelves. The section reserved for the study of energy seemed the best place to start. She skimmed through some of the books gently, but none seemed to have the answers she sought. “Is this really what you want to learn?” Mimi asked. Clarissa laughed. “I don’t know. I guess not.” Inspired by Mimi’s interruption, she found the books about spirit animals. “Blake thinks you are my spirit animal. What do you think?” Clarissa asked cheerfully. Mimi grunted his agreement. “It is close to what I am.”

, he says smirking as I blushed again. I smirked and moaned. Matt scooped me up and ran to Sara's room. It was stunning in a light lilac purple with flowers hand painted on one wall. He put me down and I looked around amazed at the detail and thought all three were put into both rooms. My girls were lucky to have their own bedroom and own bathrooms to boot. The closets were big walk ins and I was jealous cause I barely had enough of anything to fill the little fucking space my ex husband gave me.

The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

The pain of betrayal was more profound than the combined pain of silver and wolfsbane. Shawn and Liam stood there, unable to process what they saw. They came back to their senses when they saw Matthew fall to the ground. Shawn ran towards Matthew. First his mom and then his best friend; it was all too much for him. " M-Matt, Please hold on; I will take you to the Pack Doctor," Shawn cried out frantically. Liam was crying his heart out beside his Dad while Shawn tried to pick Matthew up. " I-It's n-no use S-Shawn. M-My t-time is up," stuttered Matthew in pain, holding his heart. He had lost the will to live.

Not even a stray poetry collection to soften the edges. Every single book had a function. A lesson. A warning. Something political. I guess this is why he’s successful. Matthias has a library too, but it was filled with some political books and novels that Nerissa claimed to love. I didn’t open any of them. I couldn’t. Not because I wasn’t curious, trust that I was. But because I wasn’t sure I’d like what I found. Each title raised more questions than it answered. Why was he so interested in fallen alpha lines? What about golden eyes? Why study dysfunction with such intensity?

" Oh, goddess! Is she alright?" My body is hot, and my abdomen is pulling painfully. I grit my teeth, holding a sob. I need to be strong. I can't let anyone know it's the pain of betrayal. Who knows what stories will come up next? " Cramps," I whisper to Mrs Simson through blurry eyes. She gives me a sympathetic look and nods. I exchange a look with Zuriel. He knows Connor is with another woman.

It's late at night, and we're driving. Chiara is lying down and asleep in the last row, while Wison and Andrew are asleep behind us. Jude stops at a gas station for snacks. While shopping, I ask, "Who is Mimi?" "A dead woman walking in Louisiana." "What?" Jude huffs, "Someone cursed her, so she was hiding in the swamps depending on her Bible to save her." "Was she dead or alive?" "Alive, Ajay. That's a figure of speech."

Nick explained. “Oh.” “So you knew she was leaving?” Nick asked with obvious pain in his voice. I frowned. “Yeah. I am sorry, Dude. I know how hard that has to be.” Nick did not say anything. He just looked down into his now empty coffee mug. “How much do you know about the Movement?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Do you mean how much did I figure out from the messages?” “Yeah.” “Enough, I think. I know that James and Dr. Miller are a part of it. You, too. The Movement appears to be a group of wolves wanting justice for the crimes committed by my mother, Stephanie, and Sheila.”