Ninth House Book 3 Novels & Stories

I said, punctuating the last word with a smile, then walked upstairs to my room Bitch!! But the moment I closed the door to my room, I opened it again and stepped outside, deciding that today would be a great day to read the third book in the Born in Trilogy. I followed the hallway to the library, humming quietly, as I traced the stack of books until I got the one I was looking for. Born in shame, by Nora Roberts. There. You might be a way better company than anyone else in this house. I took the book and turned on my heels but stopped when I saw Damian leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

They will understand when I am stronger and return to take out my enemies, I trust Geoffrey to keep the Kingdom in line until I return. I was back at my hideout and I was told my pack house was raided as well but my kids were safe they weren't there and I find that odd. I decided to lay low until the new moon where I would be immortal, my informant already told me that the book was in Aidan's vault and only the Supremes could enter and I was furious. Lucille my witch said, "Aidan's blood runs through his kids and brother, maybe we could get his blood instead," and I decided maybe we should target Andrew to get his blood, my plan may be diverted for now but it will be back on track soon. I wa

Abby read the titles of the books—all nonfiction about wars or horses—and wandered around the rest of the room. There was a dresser with a wooden box on it. A tall lamp in the corner. A basket, a bookshelf with a few more titles. It smelled like hay and cedar, but there were no pictures on the walls. The only photo was on his dresser, the first photo she'd seen in the house. It was of his entire family, including some of the Thornton siblings Abby had yet to meet. The resemblance between all six siblings was rather uncanny, she thought.

Whiskey. I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house more thoroughly. The study or office space proved to be worth wild. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my original theory, this pack have had firsthand contact with the Moon Goddess. I’m getting closer. I took this journal, and the other old

he says, leaning in to kiss me, and then Mabel. “Love you too. Drive safe.” He nods once, quick and focused, then he’s gone. Gone like lightning. I just stand there for a second, shaking my head. “Boy, I hope he makes it in time…” I turn and head inside. Our beautiful three-story townhouse. As I step inside, kicking the door shut behind me, taking a second to just breathe. It’s quiet, calm, and nice. I mean, yeah, not gonna lie, I’d love something like Knox and Sienna’s house. Big, open, all that space.

"How you manage is your problem. I won't let you stay in this house any longer. Three days. I'm giving you three days to move all your belongings out. After three days, I'm changing the locks. "If any of your things are still inside by then, I'll consider them abandoned property and dispose of them accordingly." "Graham! Don't push it too far!" Sloane shrieked. "Three days? Where are we supposed to go in three days? You're trying to kill us!" "Yeah, Graham, three days is too short. This..." Donovan panicked too. "Too short?" I smiled slightly. "When you changed my lock this morning, did you give me any time? When you were plotting how to kick me out and steal my house, did you give me any wa

Or that he did. ☠️ End of Chapter 37

He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name. I tried to navigate my thoughts back to the architecture of the house. What kind of house was crafted in such a weird way? Everything seemed off. The reflections doubled back on themself like it was deliberate, like something was hiding in plain sight. After I finished cleaning, I stayed tracing the glass, unsure of what exactly I was looking for. I wanted to stop, but I heard a faint hum behind like a vibration. Electronics. “Fuck.” I staggered back. What was happening? I leaned in to listen, but I heard footsteps.

“This is a privilege sir. By the way, while I have you here, there’s something I must confess. One of the conditions into securing help with rescuing your ass was I kinda agreed to you having a threesome with the Mad Hatter’s psychotic wife. I hope you don’t mind.” “Well who is the third person?” So not the reaction Amber was expecting. But he was yet to hear the best part. “Oh just the Mad Hatter himself. But gingers are great in bed. And I’m sure he'll be gentle as it’s your first time. It was desperate times Grayson. I did what I had to do.” She bit her lip and waited for him to bite her head off. The elevator dinged and opened onto the ground floor. Grayson was still taking it remarkably

Book 3 in the series is being written so be on the look out August 1st Thanks again, Annie