Nudge Novels & Stories

Marcus stepped forward to address them. "Good morning and sorry for the disturbance, but Luna Gwen and I are uneasy about the event that just happened. Those drugs shouldn't be in our territory, but the Baron has found a way to get it in and some of our wolves have fallen. I am going to use this opportunity to ask this. If you are a dealer or user of the drug kindly step out. I promise not to kill you. " he said and paused. I searched their eyes, and no one stepped out.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out . " You can do this Aria ...Calm down don't get angry , you're doing this for Red" I muttered under my breath as I stared back at the night club . I walked in and the bouncer looked at me . " Ma'am you can't work into club looking like a Nun " he said reffering to my dress and I bit my lower lip softly . " What's wrong with my dress ? I wondered as I stared at the sleeve hands ..my chest area was covered since it was a long neck dress . It was free and ended just after my knees .

“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

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John shrugged. "You could've just let me go." Bonnie said. "No can do, sweetheart. Anyway, Lorenzo asked me to give you this." John stuck his hand out, holding a white cane. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. "You do realize I am blind, right? I literally don't know what 'this' is supposed to be. John sighed and grabbed Bonnie's hand, placing the cane in her hand. "It's a white cane." He said. "Lorenzo thought you might need it." Bonnie nodded. "Thank you." She whispered. John bid his goodbye and walked out the room.

Breathing through my nose, out my mouth, the wave of nausea passed and I was left with the cold sweat. ‘Apparently, you aren’t the only one planning on rejecting their mate.’ There was something in Niru’s voice that made me choke out a sob. ‘It hits differently, doesn’t it? When you aren’t the one thinking about the rejection. When it’s happening to you instead of you doing it. You take that bond for granted and feel like you can just toss it away like it’s nothing but you’re wrong.’ He started to slip back, the pain from the dream also effecting him. ‘You’re dead wrong.’

Because shifting would mean acknowledging the physical pull I was feeling, and acknowledging that would mean admitting that I wanted him, and admitting that would mean being vulnerable again after he'd just established boundaries about my inability to be all in. But not shifting meant sitting here, hyperaware of every centimeter between us, feeling like I was choosing control over connection. "You're doing it again," Eli said quietly. "The thing where you calculate proximity like it's a strategic decision instead of just... existing near someone you care about." "I'm trying not to push," I said. "You're trying not to be present," Eli corrected. "There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. N

"What do you mean?" "Stick with me for a second," I tell him, hoping to lay out my vision. "What I want to do is take the drawers off. Since we've moved all your filing to the cabinet, you don't need all this space. I want to pick it up, and turn it around, so that you're back isn't to the door. If someone comes in, and you sit behind this, I want them to see you as a businessman. The wood grain look is pretty nineteen eighties too, so what I'd like to do is strip this and paint it a nice matte black. That way it won't show up any of the grease that accumulates in here, and you can still be comfortable sitting at it. See the fingerprints at the edge?" I point out where it looks as if he's gr

Niklaus' words vanished when he looked up, his brows creased and face tensed when few inches from him was his moving target making it difficult to make sense of the words. ' Now I understand why Adam ate that damn apple '