Nghi Novels & Stories

After Charles and I talked, I immediately opened my F******k. There were some notifications but I ignored them. I just looked for the invitation to our reunion. And true enough there is. I clicked it. I saw that almost everyone will come, the others are maybe but no one chose the not joining choice. I browse who's going. I saw Jester and Rachel's name using Jester's surname. I felt a pain in my heart. Suddenly my heart beat faster. I'm nervous.

It seemed to be working as no there wasn’t a wolfs hair in sight, so far. Nova had Elder Montague in cuffs as he strained against her and was turning a worrying shade of purple in anger. He was practically nose to nose with her, growling in her face and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind if he was able to shift right now he would. But Nova being who she was, just stood there slowly blinking at him like she couldn’t fathom where he got the nerve. Which she probably couldn’t.

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

I couldn't believe the my words. Even my confusion about why I was even thinking he was hot couldn't stop me from noticing him more - he wore an off-white hoodie with a denim jacket on top of it which did no help to hide his perfect body. He paired them with black torn jeans and black vans. His dirty blonde hair was untamed and messy, making it in taper wavy style and his deep piercing blue eyes met mine and I felt like he would hypnotise me the next second if I didn't look away. Except that I didn't.

I get to the living room and Nathan is on his feet. "Nathan, sit back down." He looks at me like he had just done something bad. I ignore his facial expression and I move closer to him to get him to sit on the couch. "Chloe." He calls my name, but I ignore him and I begin to open the kit. "Chloe." He whispers this time, I'm still ignoring him, I hear him calling my name but I'm not listening I'm more focused on his wound. I get a clean brown bandage to put on his wound when I open his hoodie I almost throw up at the sight of blood, but then I see there's no wound on his stomach again. My eyes widen, and I look back at him. I look back at his stomach and I look for the wound that I saw six mi

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

Pregnant. Riley was pregnant. She hadn't even gone through a heat with Eli yet since being marked. It was rare to get pregnant without being in heat, but maybe because they were fated, there were exceptions? Maybe Eli being an Alpha was an exception, too. Riley has been very irresponsible with Eli regarding sex. They haven't really used any protection, even from the start, so there always has been the possibility of getting pregnant.

He again tries to step back, but his tone is not laced with the previous harshness this time. "Shhh... just breathe," I repeat, while not letting him move away while I gently caress the side of his face. His eyes are solely focused on mine. And along with anger, I notice anguish in his gaze. Some of the stiffness leaves his body as he tries to match his breathing with mine. "Everything is gone," He whispers as soon as he gains little control over his anger. His tone might be quiet, but his pain can be heard in his voice. "Nothing is gone," I reply without missing a beat.