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"I'll be back at noon for lunch. Prepare us something this time," he said. I sighed as the door shut behind him. I sank on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The texts were becoming something else, Levi was acting weird, and the house was feeling weirder. But, hey, at least I'm getting $1,000 a month. Another text came in, not from the anonymous texter, not from Levi or Nightshade but a totally different number. “Atticus is alive.”

If you like my writing and want to be updated about my future stories, you can connect with me on I****G--author_pixie and F****B-- author pixie. I'm currently preparing a new book so stay connected to know when it's going to be released. You can also follow my author profile here to stay updated about a new release. For those who are haven't read any of my previous works and enjoy reading werewolf stories with happy endings, check out my other books : 1. Rejected Luna : He wants me back (the first book of this series) 2. Adored By My Ruthless Alpha 3. Chased By the Dark Alpha 4. Chasing the Dark Luna

It is really breaking my heart to announce that the story is officially over. Please do share your valuable opinions about my story in the comment section and also share your reviews regarding the same. If you are looking for a funny story with a supernatural twist then you must read, ‘Vein on Ice, Hearts on Fire’. It is my personal favorite book and author is also really polite and if you are more into mental health kind of stuff then go for, ‘Crush at First Sight’ Please shower your love for that stories too!! I will soon come up with a new story and I have already given the spoiler that it is about werewolf. Please show your valuable support and love!!

Okay now 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. This is the end. Don't forget to comment and vote for the final chapter!❎ -Rama There are a couple Werewolf books up on my Instagram profile. ✴To be the second ✴The Tales Of A Pregnant And Rejected Luna ✴The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf ✴His Hidden Child ✴Maid For the alpha Some Romance Fantasy ✴Winter's storm ✴ Within The Flames Of Anger And many other genres I think you'll enjoy. Check them out! And do bring forget to give me some feedback.

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

Check out Getting Over Him, which is written in Arianna’s POV if you haven’t read it yet. Also, if you like reading Paranormal Romance, Lycan’s Blood Queen, my debut paranormal romance, is out now. This is the very first story I wrote back in 2016. It went through a lot of rewrites since then, and I’m very happy with the end results. I really hope you enjoyed this story. If you liked it, do consider leaving reviews on A****n, Goodreads, or Bookbub. Reviews encourage the authors and help readers to discover new books.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.