Mimi Matthews Books Novels & Stories

I spent years searching for a way to restore your sight. My dear Mia, did it hurt to be betrayed by those closest to you? I can’t imagine the despair you must have felt. My dear Mia, were you afraid when you were killed? You always feared pain the most. You were the kind of little princess who would cry for half a day over a mere scratch. My dear Mia, I’m so sorry. You must have felt so helpless and alone. I was too late. I should have come sooner. I hate Rowan with every fiber of my being and have already exiled him from Moonshadow Wolf Tribe.

It was like stepping into a life that had been abruptly abandoned, left untouched, frozen in time. I let my fingers graze the surface of the bookshelf, scanning the spines of novels and old journals, framed photos capturing memories I had never been part of. A mug sat half-full on the coffee table, its contents long dried, a sweater draped across the couch as if she had only left for a moment. But she hadn’t. She never would again. Matthias was silent beside me, his movements precise, methodical. He had a way of seeing things I didn’t, of dissecting the details, searching for something I wasn’t even sure we’d find.

Welcome to Volume Four of When Mates Collide. This volume will proceed from where volumes one, two, and three stopped. With Nate, Elliott, and Darrell finding their happily ever after, we are left with our cynical bad boy, Danny, whose heart needs mending. Due to this, this volume will focus on Danny as the first main character and everyone else as the supporting main character. I can't wait to dive into writing his story and I hope you are just as excited as I am. Don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts in the comments section, I would love to hear from you. Also, you can check out my mafia book; To Love A Bologna whenever you can. Trust me, you'll love it.

I shook my head in disapproval, and then a thought hit me, “Is there a catalog of his work here?” “Of course,” Mindi was too cute. She was shorter than me by a good six inches and had bob-cut red hair, she kind of reminded me of Kay a little bit with her quirky attitude and small frame, except that her hair was clearly fake red. Mindi walked back to her desk and pulled out a massive binder full of photos of Matthew's past work to hand to me. The thing was gigantic and weighed a ton, I carried it right back to my desk and plopped it down there.

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.”

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

He spun on his heel, bolting for the kitchen, his mind sharpened and itching for blood. If something was really something in there then he was truly going to tear it apart. Jeremiah stumbled out, just as Everett reached the kitchen entrance, crashing straight into him. Everett’s arms caught him immediately, wrapping tightly around his waist instinctively, shielding him with his body without a second thought. For a fleeting second, he felt the warmth of his mate pressed against his body, a feeling he hadn't known he was craving so desperately until now.

I said and dropped the pen. "Remember when you always refuse to leave here?" He asked and I scoffed. "Didn't I just say we should leave the topic?" I asked and he nodded his head and bit his lips as he tried to hold back his laughter. "Better swallow that laughter." I said through the mind link, faking annoyance and stepped out of the office. We walked through the pack lands and I sighted the Elder that was in charge of repair of the pack houses, Elder Matthew. "Alpha." They greeted with a bare of their neck but what my eyes was fixed on the lady they were holding unto. I saw her some where. Where?

***Naomi's POV*** -"Huh, nothing." Matt throws the book he was holding across the table. His eyebrows were frowned together, showing his growing frustration. He walks back to the Library's encyclopedia section, browsing through the nearby shelves. -"The pack's Library is enormous. I am sure we will find some answers. We just need to be patient." I say as I stroll through the book I am holding. Matt wasn't the only one running out of patience. Truth be told, mine was nearing its end as well.