Over The Dotted Line Novels & Stories

These dots were scattered in different areas marked X and at a point, the green dots were at the wavy boundary and almost crossing it. "The red dots represent us, the werewolves. While the green dots represent the Lycans. Those places marked X are the locations we are all stationed, the territories both of us occupy. The Lycans are almost crossing the boundary now and we are on the verge of war. That's to show how much of a thin line we're on. This needs to be done as soon as possible." He concluded.

Just that slow drag of his knuckle over my slit and up to my clit and then back down again. I like this game. "This isn't what I agreed to." I say with a moan. "Do you want me to stop?" I make myself look over my shoulder at the doorway into the living room. It doesn't matter that it's empty, but someone can still catch us. We both know what game we're playing. "No," I whisper. "Don't stop." I lick my lips. "It's not like you're really touching me, right? It's just through my underwear."

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"Is it your corneas? We searched everywhere for a match, but only Annie's mother was a match. Maybe her cancer affected the transplant? Come on, let's have a doctor take a look." I pulled out the IV from my hand and held the spot where the needle pierced me as I walked out. I saw Zach carefully holding Jessica. I pushed down all the emotions inside of me, and calmly called his name. "Zach." He froze, and he turned around stiffly. His face was ghostly pale as I looked at him. "How long are you planning to keep lying to me?" I asked.

That whatever line existed between us had already been crossed and erased and redrawn into something blurred and dangerous. I nodded anyway. Not a full yes. Not a no. Just a small, uncertain dip of my chin. Taylor exhaled quietly, like he’d been holding something in. He didn’t push. Didn’t ask for details he wasn’t entitled to. “That’s okay,” he said simply. He reached out and patted my shoulder, a grounding, familiar gesture. “Whatever you decide. I’m not judging. You know that, right?” I nodded again, this time more firmly.

Someone who could walk in and out without being seen. Red lines snaked across the pages of my notebook, connecting misfiled documents to financial discrepancies to suspicious access. I circled names, narrowed possibilities, and drafted a strategy to uncover the saboteur without tipping them off. Each note, each calculation, was deliberate—a step toward reclaiming control.

Jack had that effect on women, without even trying. We had to hang around outside of the door while we waited for Dad. A few minutes later, he pulled up in his BMW. Immediately my eyes were drawn to the small dark figure that exited from the back seat. When they were almost to the door, her mother elbowed her. "At least take your hood off, Robbi!"

automatic response. “One million six hundred and eighty thousand—transaction successful,” the machine said. “What?!” I muttered under my breath and stumbled back. I'm just a step child, not even his blood related child… how can there be so much money in my allowance card? “Be careful. Are you okay?” Nora said, holding my hand. How can I be okay? I have never spent this much in my life… and… the person receiving the debit alert wasn't me, it was Dave!

If Celeste believed she could accelerate without resistance, she would overreach. Everyone did. His phone buzzed again. Unknown number. Unknown: You’re late. Elliot didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t need to ask who it was. Elliot: I’m on time. Three dots appeared. Then vanished. He smiled faintly. Good. That meant Celeste was watching him now too. By the time he reached his building, the city felt different—less neutral, more alert. He stepped inside, locking the door behind him, mind already mapping the next moves.

Everlyn sighed. “And we have their financial map sitting in this notebook.”“Yes.”They both stared at the page again.Then Jesse noticed something.“Wait.”Everlyn looked up.“What?”He pointed to the bottom of the list.“There’s a symbol next to three of the names.”Everlyn leaned closer.She hadn’t noticed it before.A small mark.A triangle with a line through it.“That wasn’t part of my original notes,” she said.Jesse frowned.“Then who added it?”Everlyn thought for a moment.