Novel Stolice Novels & Stories

She flew back like a ragdoll, crashing into the coffee table with a painful muffled groan. "Speak! Why did you lie?" Father shouted, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury. Like an enraged beast, he grabbed Rebecca by the hair and dragged her up from the ground. He continued to question, "What exactly happened with that fire back then?" Rebecca was in a daze from the kick, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She cried and shook her head. "I didn't… I didn't lie…" "You're still denying it?" Clyde's eyes also turned bloodshot with rage. He suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard onto the floor by her feet.

I smiled as we both seamlessly join Benjamin as he comically retold a story about his last trip abroad. Hours later after dinner, Benji, Jacqueline, and Gemma had gone back. We decided to have a nice warm bath then make ourselves comfortable, lying in bed and cuddle, lazily. There were no sexual advances, we were trying to get back to getting to know each other and take everything slowly. It was almost midnight when Brice was telling me about the incident with his fiancée. "So, it's still an open case? they haven't caught the stalker?" snuggling closer to his side I finally get in his head, I would be paranoid also if I was him.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

ALPHA STOLL: I'm in the closet. Deep in the closet. I have to be. I'm Alpha of an old school pack, with enemies around every corner. I constantly have to fight challenges to keep my pack. If I come out, it's over. I never had a problem with that until I met my mate. A man. Not just a man, but the Alpha of the pack next to mine. I want him. Badly. But I can’t claim him and keep my pack safe from the villains inside it. Can I?