Mxtx Novels Novels & Stories

MARINETTE “Hey, Marinette! You've got new arrivals!” Josh stops his old bike in front of the bookstore, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Small strands of his dirty blonde hair peep from his blue face cap. He points at the new books, warm blue orbs locked on mine. “What do you think?” Pushing back the keys of the bookstore into the pocket of my wide leg pants, I hurry to pick up the books. “I never thought I'd get them so early!” I laugh, picking up the one that catches my attention. ‘Mated to the Biker Alpha Twins’

Chapter: 26. ****** A relief sigh escaped all five mouths when the rumbling stopped and the stones parted to reveal what looked like an old study room. A few of the bookcases have been overturned, and their contents are strewn across the dirty room. A smoking corpse lies in a black circle filling the room with its horrid stench. Mikey carried his lover and walked over into the strange open room that looked like a dungeon with different torture devices neatly lined out on both sides of the walls.

Miya said before heading to the farthest vacant table. Lorence decided to stay at the cafe observing the two. Although Miya is still bothered by the presence of Lorence she still tries her best to cover that anxiousness so Max will not find out. "Miya, do you finish reading all of MXTX's novel?" Max's question brought her attention back. "Yes, I've finished reading all of that long ago. I'm just rereading them now because I can't still get over them." Miya said her eyes sparkled as she speaks. Whenever her favorite novel and author is brought up she always has the same reaction.

I can see clothes draped over an old chair, and a pile of books stacked against the wall. "Hello?" I call out. My voice echoes off the walls. No response. There's a sound to our right, and Alec and I both jump back. Alec actually snarls, his red eyes flashing in the dark. A rat emerges from the shadows, its tail dragging along the dirty floor. I sigh in relief. "I thought that was something much worse." Alec studies the candles. "These have been burning for a while." "You think someone was here and then left?"

ZAYN Anxiety gnawed at my gut like a festering wound as I stared at my reflection, transfixed by the haunted eyes staring back. I couldn't tear my gaze away, fearing that if I looked away, I'd lose my grip on reality. For the first time in my life, the thought of stepping out of my room filled me with dread. Beyond the safety of these walls, the compound was crawling with guests – alphas, betas of esteemed packs, all gathered to celebrate my birthday and, more importantly, my mate-finding.

Chapter: 137. ****** Alexander had only stopped talking and they just all laughed over what he said when Matthew began to feel uneasy. His heart began to beat faster, it almost seemed like he was going into an attack. Not wanting to scare those around him he endured through it silently but he could only endure for much longer. One hand reached for his head and he quickly wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. He was sweating bullets even in a cold room. Tide was moving fast, it was dark and lonely the part he walked on and it didn't look safe at all. Matthew tried to reach him, to pull him back, feeling that something terrible was going to happen. He knew where he was headed, knew his p

There was something about the desperate edge of the drawings — the handwriting, the spirals in the margins, the fevered layering of pencil over pencil — that felt too familiar. Not like he’d seen it before. Like he was already living it. A final page: Two figures. Back to back. One made of flowers. One made of knives. Below it: “I thought I could keep them separate. That’s how they trick you.” Noah shut the book. Hard. The sound echoed against the concrete like a threat. He stuffed it back into the drawer with too much force and stumbled backward, knocking into a metal cabinet. He didn’t leave right away.

Buis explained as I looked through the lens of the microscope. A soft gasp escaped my lips when I realized it was right. Strange, dark and tiny particles danced in the liquid, and I watched in horror as it slowly invaded other blood cells, making them multiply until everything was covered in those particles. What made it worse was that this blood was supposed to be stagnant. The cells should be dead. Everything should be dead. But these particles… they were alive even in dead blood cells. How the hell was this even possible? “Are you saying the explosion caused the apocalypse?” I asked in despair as I ran a hand through my hair, my mind spinning with different thoughts. “How do I know I'm no

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So, anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.” — Haruki Murakami *** Saxon and Nicholas were happy for me. Now, our next mission is to get Anna to speak with me. Anna is stubborn and hot-headed than we thought earlier. Though she is civil with me, I was still in her bad books.

A shadow darted past the window, the knock still echoing in Noah’s skull. Rain battered the small flat, its cracked walls trembling as he shoved a chair under the doorknob. His muscles tensed, his hazel eyes wide with panic. A winged tattoo curled across his ribs, a remnant of foster care’s brutal nights, hidden beneath a leather jacket tossed aside. The room smelled of wet wool and fear, toy trucks scattered on a faded rug, Eli’s crib a silent sentinel. Dominic sprawled on the couch, his broad chest rising slowly, his salt-and-pepper hair tangled and intertwined.