Novel 21+ Novels & Stories

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.

She's almost 21 and she's quite short, with strawberry blonde hair, a tiny waist, nice perky breast and an ass that would turn any guy's head. Tony is 22yrs old, a pretty attractive guy. He have done a few things with a few girls, but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen this one regular normal spring day. Tony had just gotten back from school and he was pretty beat. It had been a rough day, and all he wanted to do really was lay in bed and zone out for a few hours. So that's exactly what he did. he threw his homework aside, stripped down to his boxers, put on his headphones and hopped onto his bed. Laying back, he closed his eyes and listened to some nice quiet relax

He groaned and left the room. “How do you have so much money?” Noa asked as she and Tristan lay entwined together, naked. She fondled the cap of his half relaxed dick. They had just made out and we're catching their breaths. Tristan's eyes were closed but he was awake. “I created an app a few years back, it blew up on the internet two years ago and… yeah” “An app that blew up two years ago… uhmm… vidchat!” She snapped her fingers in the air and Tristan nodded proudly.

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor. "Nova Calloway," he said again. "Her routine. Where she spends time alone in the compound." I thought about Nova's reading room. The cream walls and the floor to ceiling bookshelves and the way the afternoon light came through the white curtains and she sat in it with her notebook writing things that made her smile to herself. Aurora crawling across the rug toward her. "I don't know," I whispered. He hit me again. My head snapped sideways and I tasted copper and the chair scraped against the concrete and I hung there in the zip ties for a moment that lasted a long time.

I pressed my lips together and stared around Nathan's empty room, feeling more alone than I ever had in my life. Yes, I had been living with two wolves inside me since I was eight years old. Ivy had always been there, sharp-tongued and brutally honest. But Kael joined her after the incident fourteen years ago, the one that changed everything about my life. I don't know how it happened or what went wrong, but all I know is that I have two wolves in me ever since that day. Living with two separate souls inside my head was complicated on the best of days. Today, it felt like a curse.

ROSALVA'S POV ★ As I was going to slit Damien's throat. A bird flew over to my shoulder with a piece of paper in its beak. I took out the paper to check on what is inside, it was a letter written by one of my spies. My face squeezed in displeasing at what I had read. A mean frown edged between my brow. My heart hurts to the extent of my developing seizures. I felt another creature growing inside of me, the surging pains as my veins popped out.

About an hour later - of much boredom, I might add - my cell phone beeped, indicating a new message from Sophie. "Lena, I couldn't get Cassie's number and Paolo doesn't understand" Damn. I ran my hands through my hair and looked around, annoyed. I remembered the book I was going to start reading earlier and got up with the intention of picking it up. I picked it up from the bench where I had left it earlier and went back to the living room of the mansion, sitting down again on the couch and starting my reading until John woke up. One o'clock. Two. Three.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa