Oliver Purrfect Tale Novels & Stories

My Pack bowed their heads in submission to me and my Beta Anders came strode forward lowering his head and submitting to his Alpha, ‘Welcome home Alpha.’ He said lifting his head to look at me, ‘It is good to see you again, if a little strange.’ I chuckled and shook myself, my silver-white fur fluffing out,

It had been five years since her fiance Oliver Becker left saying he would come back very soon. He never told her the reason behind his disappearance, he just asked her to wait for him and promised her that he would definitely come back. Ever since then, Vanessa had been waiting for him with a little hope in her heart that he would fulfill his promise. She had met Oliver in college. He was a handsome hunk and she was an introvert who wasn't a fan of socializing. Everyone said that they would never work out but surprisingly they did.

he stupidly asked and Penelope rolled her eyes. "She clearly has vitiligo," she answered him, "are we going to kill her?" Penelope asked as she smiled when the baby looked at her and kept reaching out to touch her, "she's so pretty." Xavier shrugged, he'd seen prettier babies, "give her to Oden. He'll know what to do with her." "Hey baby," Penelope greeted with a wide smile as they walked through the door that led into to the full dark red bedroom, that belonged to their youngest, Oden, "guess what your father and I got for you..."

Chapter 5. Drea's Pov. Continuation on the last chapter. I'm not really good at lying. "Uhm...I'm actually jobless." I replied and Penelope bursted into laughter immediately, and I don't care. I'm doing all these just for one reason, so I don't give a fuck. "Really? You are jobless?" She asked inorder to be sure, I looked at her as I didn't give her a reply and continued digging my food.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

The very one I'd seen in my visions of a future I never thought I'd have. "How did you know...?" "I remember you describing it to the pack once," Oliver said, looking a little shy. "You told them what your ideal home would look like. So I built it for you." My eyes welled up with tears. That night, we sat by the stream, and I told him everything about my past life. Kane's betrayal, Scarlett's jealousy, and the silver dagger. "I suspected as much," Oliver said, gently stroking my hair. "Kane's acting was terrible. And that bear had clear traces of a potion on it."

Ivy allowed herself into the shop, her features lighting up with a smile as she inhaled the fragrant aroma that filled the air. Her stomach growled and she chuckled. She believed that was only a signal to finish what she had started by going there. As she walked to the counter to place her order, she noticed that there were very few people in the shop, unlike the last time she had been there and the soft orchestra music that played in the background was perfect, setting the right mood- a cheerful and soothing ambiance, perfect for her morning.

Power. I see the surprise and respect in the eyes of the men around us. "You know her well," a woman says to Julian. "How long have you been together?" "We haven't even begun," Julian answers, his gaze burning into mine. "But I'd bet my entire world on how we end." Goosebumps crawl up my skin. The next day's polo match is even more spectacular. Julian, on a chestnut stallion, owns the field. His movements are powerful, elegant. A natural-born king.

But in the bunker, for a stolen moment, it was just them—two variables who had rewritten the equation, hearts beating against the dark like defiant drums. Then the hatch rattled. A voice from above, amplified and familiar: Tessy. "Open up, darlings. The ledger isn't done with you yet." The war had followed them underground.

the senior prefect told us, the latecomers, I hardly come late, but the devil living with me made sure I did. "Why is your bag dripping water" Oliver said, and I froze as I heard his voice, its always melody to my ear "Can't you hear me?" he said again and I turned to look at him, I didn't notice he is also among the latecomers "What" I said sharply,