Novel About Alaska Novels & Stories

I straighten up my back and stare at her. “John Green.” I state. She smiles confidently. “Looking For Alaska. Miles Halter is fascinated by famous last words–and tired of his safe life at home. He leaves for boarding school to seek what the dying poet Francois Rabelais called the “Great Perhaps.” Much awaits Miles at Culver Creek, including Alaska Young. Clever, funny, screwed-up, and dead sexy, Alaska will pull Miles into her labyrinth and catapult him into the Great Perhaps.” She says. Oh dear, she spells out the exact synopsis. No kidding.

She listened to the crackling fire, the chirp of birds in the balcony’s potted evergreens—so different from the spring-sweet melodies she and Ansel used to water, located in his late father’s garden. She doesn’t know why there’s a crackling fireplace despite summer but…it felt cool inside anyway. Not hot and not too cold. Sasha sighed, wondering and musing. Now that too many men have somehow ‘claimed’ her body, whom will she choose? Alain knew that she and Ansel had sex. But Ansel…the Fire Moon Alpha has no inkling of an idea that she spent the rest of her night with the very reason, the very Alpha on why she ended up in the dungeons in the first place.

/ I commanded gently, not wanting to get worked up. /"Oh c'mon! This is freaking hilarious. The alpha's clueless mate unintentionally makes the alpha her pet."/ /"It sounds like the beginnings of an entertaining romance novel,"/ Yuri piped in. /"Okay. Goodbye now."/ I closed my mind off from them, not needing this now. I didn't want to get frustrated and unintentionally growl, scaring Yen. My pack mates could still reach me if they needed, it would just take a bit more effort. That's how wolf pack bonds worked.

Akira We arrive at the forest where the meetings take place, all the werewolves are already scattered throughout the large forest, they see me and bow their heads in reverence, my Alissa remains quietly at my side, but after today she will be seen as their companion and Alpha . We go further and I see a deer being roasted in a small fire, I sit on the log and put Alissa sitting on my legs, she looks around with fascination, I kiss her neck earning some looks in our direction.

On the first page were scribbled words in Arabic, yet she could read it. “That’s not possible.” She soon hears the clacking sound of Alvah’s footsteps approaching her. “What’s going on?” “This book, it just magically opened by itself. It did somehow feed from my blood, but it opened!” she couldn’t contain her excitement and even failed to see the victorious smirk forming from Alvah’s lips. “What does the first page say?” “I don’t know. It’s in Arabic.” “But can you read it?” Her eyes squinted, trying her best to not trust her own thoughts. But the words in Arabic were calling out to her. She can read them, even though it’s remotely impossible.

I pulled myself up onto the flat surface of the island, and immediately felt my resolve buckle. The sources of light I had seen were bodies. Lifeless charred shapes of men still on fire. I fought back the urge to vomit. I just had to hope that one of them wasn’t Jack. A new burst of fire surged from the sky and I looked at where it was being directed. My heart stopped as I caught sight of the flaxen coloured wolf darting out of the way. It was Danny.

FLASHBACK YEARS AGO INTO THE WOODS The night was surprisingly quiet and the owls hooted while hanging on the branches of the trees as a sudden cry of pain and anguish were heard far into the woods. A huge black wolf with glowing eyes was being tied down by many wolves, it's was a beta and it was being betrayed by his pack. A pale looking woman was crying on the floor as she was been raped by the alpha of the pack, her cloths were roughly torn, her claws scratched the floor due to struggle and as she cried her fangs came in view. She was a vampire, a very beautiful Vampire. The wolf which was abushed was Derek and the woman crying for help was his beautiful wife Lydia and hiding under the tab

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

As much as I disliked being here, it was going to be difficult to go back to my twin-sized bed at home. As I readjusted myself in the bed, my fingers brushed the paperback novel that I’d been reading most recently. It was an old favorite of mine, about an Omega that was kidnapped by a dashing Alpha pirate. Through a lot of wacky adventures and quite a few orgies, they fell in love. If I got my flashlight, maybe I could read through my favorite sex scene and go to sleep daydreaming about…

A brutal collage of his impossible choice. On the morning of the third day, Alan Price entered without his usual knock. His expression was unreadable. “Mr. Brian requires your presence on the helipad,” Price said. “In ten minutes. Pack for cold weather.” Davidson looked up, frowning. "Cold weather? Where are we going?" "Alaska," said Price, and left, leaving no question asked. Alaska. The word was so far removed from the glass-and-steel world of New York and Geneva it might as well have been a non sequitur. One of Brian's backup worlds, a place of far-off estates and strategic holdings, whispered about in dossiers but not visited.