Novel 21 Tamat Novels & Stories

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

I felt said brother stirring beside me and went back to reading the note before he snatched it from me. Dear Twins, If you haven’t figured it out, this book is a fairytale rewrite of Robin Hood and a mature reverse harem book. Reverse harem means one female and multiple males, and in the end, the female gets all of them instead of having to choose. Don’t come looking for me, or you will just ruin the story. Though you have to at least try a bit because it’s expected. I’ll be at the castle trying to steal the treasure while you take on the train. What is going to happen at the castle? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. If I just tell you the story, it will ruin all the surprises. I will tell

She chewed on it while glaring at me. "Your mate, whom you haven't bonded with yet, switched to a different she-wolf behind your back and even held the ceremony. Aren't you bothered about that at all?" Lira asked. I kept munching. "Oh, how juicy!" I tossed two more into my mouth. "Infected with silver venom, the rekindling of an old flame, a change in mates… this plot is almost as good as the Night Legends. However, I don't know him at all. He can bond with whoever he wants," I simply said.

If you leave the Summers Group quietly, I'll have Lucas give you a monthly allowance of 500 dollars—enough to keep you from starving. "Five hundred dollars?" I laughed, uncrossing my legs and leaning forward on the table. "How generous of you, Mr. Yeager. But what makes you think I know nothing about your little swapping?" As I pulled out a voice recorder and pressed play, Zayn and Yvonne's voices filled the room. "Babe, do you really have to have a baby with her? What about us?" "Don't worry. I've already switched the eggs with yours. So, Candice will be carrying our child, and you won't have to suffer through a pregnancy. When the child grows up, all the Summers fortune will be his!"

It's like a drum that's only half the height and it's made of granite. "Mr. Ales, I couldn't find any other big burn other than this one. I've already said goodbye to your majesty. I said you need to use it so he sent it," Estrebelle pointed to me and I saw that the men placed the big burn on one side just near the balcony. Some followed with fertile soil, Angelica with a green thumb helped bring fertile soil that was black in my eyes. I couldn't speak because of the speed of the incident. I just asked for a burn, now there are waitresses following because they are filling it with fertile soil. Is it from Elijah's instruction?

“The giraffes! Don’t you remember?” Squinting at the ceiling, Andrew searched his memory. “Vaguely. So you’re telling me that they’re here?” She nodded. “Yes. At the end of September, it’ll be their one year anniversary at their new home. Their names are Lofty and Patches. Really, Andrew, you should read something besides the stock reports once in a while.” "I have. I read Miss Pettigrew, remember? I read it twice. Did you read it twice?"

He kept talking, but his eyes kept shifting back to my exposed pussy every few seconds. Halfway through the class, he gave us a task; ten minutes to jot down our analysis of a short poem he projected on the screen. Everyone around me bowed their heads, scribbling away. I picked up my pen for a moment, pretending to write, then set it down. While the rest of the class was focused on their notebooks, I leaned back slightly in my chair, slipped one hand under the desk, and slowly started touching myself.

"Sir, did you hear that? She plagiarized art and tried to frame it on an innocent girl! Someone like that doesn't have the right to study at our academy, so you should have her expelled!" Within all the noise, Horace only said, "Sir, she's considered part of the Newton family, so how about you not punish her this time?" The way he said it made it feel like he was granting me some great mercy. But if it weren't because of him, I wouldn't have had to deal with all this in the first place! My heart was torn into pieces, but I laughed. "Horace, my last name is Williams, not Newton! I don't want the recommendation anymore, and I'll withdraw from school myself."

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.

He reached out his hand, covered in horribly scarred burns, to touch the inscription on the tombstone, but his fingertips trembled violently in mid-air. "Leah... It hurts so much..." He finally said, his voice hoarse and barely audible. This time, only the endless cold wind of the cemetery answered him. He finally understood that the mate who used to care for him and break through his mental barriers to run to him would never come back. ... A year later, Timothy liquidated most of his land and properties, establishing a foundation called The Sunflower to help outcast female werewolves. He was carrying out an endless act of atonement.