Once And Future Book Novels & Stories

“And that day will be soon, I just know it.” Gabe grasped Emiline’s hand and led her toward the ship. His heart heavy with sadness to leave his friends when they had traveled so far, but his heart was light because he knew God would not separate them even though the sea would. Gabe and his friends would always be connected. Forever. THE END

His eyes darkened with desire and I swallowed hard at his hoarse voice. “I wasn't expecting anything less,” I whispered, squeezing my thighs together. I had no idea what the future had in store for us but at that moment, everything felt right and we were happy. I guess that’s all that matters. END OF BOOK ONE CHECK OUT THE SEQUEL- 'Broken without You' in the next chapter

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

I glance over to him quickly and he just nods telling me, "You can check anything out that you like. I'm going to make us something to eat. Enjoy yourself." I don't waste any time. I need answers. What better place to find them, than in a library? I wasn't sure where to begin, so I just grab the first book that I see. It's a yearbook for the year 2035. I nearly stumble. Huh? That doesn't seem right. It seems impossible. Like somehow I just jumped into the future.

I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4. Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

They were the Next Frequency. Everything had reached its most cosmic note. We had faced the harvester and chosen the "Decay of the Future" over the "Perfection of the Past." "Twelve chapters left, Emma," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands. "Then let's teach the kids how to fight," I replied. It closed with the sound of the memory-rain starting again, a rhythmic, vibrant promise that our story was still being written, one messy heartbeat at a time.