Ouat Neal Novels & Stories

Natalia: The soft hum of morning light crept through the curtains, gentle and golden. The first thing I felt wasn’t the light though, it was warmth. The slow, steady rise of a chest beneath my cheek, the quiet rhythm of breathing that wasn’t mine. The heartbeat that was thumping behind me, and the naked body against my own. Nolan’s arm was around me, strong and protective, his palm resting over my ribs as if anchoring me there. His scent, a mix of cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him, filled the air.

Neil had endured so much without even knowing the full extent of Roy’s control over his life. Indeed, everything was orchestrated by Roy to gain control over Neil. I hadn't realized that the identity of Neil Caster was also fabricated by Roy. I initially thought there might have been an overlap between Neil Wesley and Neil Caster, but it became clear that while Neil Wesley still existed, Neil Caster, though present, had no true identity. Could it be that the resurrection ritual gave this child, originally known as "Little None," a new identity as Neil? Did my decision alter the fate of Little None?

It was so hard to have to choose between my mother and sister and the love of my life. I walked around the mansion with my puppies, looking for some peace and quiet. It wasn't good for me to be so stressed. Seth continued with his plan to strengthen the Omegas. That would be too much of a rebellion. His plan would be very smart, he has always proven that he's up to the task. My brother and the other alphas wouldn't give up so easily, and the battle would be an endless field of blood. The outcome would be most unexpected. One of the pups, Neo, reminded me of someone in a vague way. Try as I might, I couldn't make out who. But he looked familiar, I felt it in my gut.

Dad added and I tensed. I knew that Alpha David had killed himself soon after Dad and Mom rescued me. Before the Council could get him. I also knew that the Council and my new pack had kept me a secret for my own safety so my old pack still thought that I had been killed with the Luna. I knew that they couldn't keep me a secret forever. Now seemed like as good as time as any. Matilda had declared that my Omega training was complete last year. I could fight as well as most of our warriors and I was grown now.

Zade with another woman, at the furthest corner of the crowd whispering things to a certain redhead while they drank together like a couple of. "I don't think I know her" Even if my memories had failed me surely I would remember someone that...that...pretty and classy with Rag and bone boots, a little designer purse-who even carried designer bags to these things anyway—and a fur coat. A rather expensive looking fur coat. "That's Courtney Neal. As in your neighbors Neal" The Neals? The family next door whose house was collecting dust for years now? I mean their house was pretty and from what I had gathered they were a rich lot but no one mentioned a Courtney. Much less a Courtney that was pre

Was that saying something? From this far, I saw him raise one hand to rub the nape of his neck, and then flex his shoulder muscles. Was he doing that on purpose? I couldn’t help but ogle at his toned chest, shoulders and arms. A man wouldn’t get in that shape without spending a lot of time working out. He was ripped. “Cassie, where’s uncle Dalton? I can’t see him.” Millie tugged at my hand. Her voice pulled me out of my trance. I looked down at the little girl. She was already staring up at me with a pout at her lips.

Still sitting in the chair—I fall asleep. A light tapping against my shoulder drags me awake. I blink hard, disoriented for a second before the dim gray light filtering through the windows registers. Early morning. My neck aches from sleeping in the chair, muscles stiff as I straighten slowly and look up at Neal. “Tell me you found something.” His expression says no before he even speaks. He shakes his head once. “No matching surnames. Nothing solid.” A sharp wave of frustration crashes through me instantly. “Then look again,” I snap, forcing myself fully upright. “Give me something, Neal. A name. A person. Anybody I can throw in front of Shaun and tell him that’s who killed Kate.”

Annabelle's worst nightmare was standing right in front of her, and still, she could not see his eyes. The snake in his staff moved back and forth towards her, flicked her metallic tongue to her, and Belle couldn't move. The Man From Hell, of the legends of Onerea, had crossed to her dimension, and she wasn't sure if it was real or a hallucination. The scream still didn't find a way out of her mouth or any word for that matter.

After we finish eating the air stewardess Natalie comes over to me and smiles "Hey Ocean, have a nice holiday?" I can feel Desert tense up beside me and when I look at her I smile as I see her eyes flicker between their gorgeous brown and mesmerising gold, I can see her wolf is on the surface and is seriously pissed off, I take her hand to reassure her before adding to Natalie "Yeah it was good, so how's your MATE Mac?" I ask putting emphasis on the word mate to calm my beautiful mate down,

I was taken aback by Dylan's words. I'd wondered why Neal kept talking about me letting others smell my fragrance—I'd thought he'd cooked something up with his imagination. Now, I knew who was the culprit! "Let me go, or Neal will kill you!" I cried while struggling to break free. Dylan laughed derisively. "Don't tell me you think Neal is still interested in you! Open your eyes, you fool. Twitter crashed this morning with the news of a woman cooking at Neal's place. He's hiding a beauty there, and you're just his used goods!"