Pick A Title Novels & Stories

Nothing is permanent in this world, but one thing is for sure purest intention will always win. THE END

Her anger mitigated at the point only, but she decided to focus on the latter part. “Nobody likes pumpkin,’ she snapped her face towards him and shot back. “I do. Pumpkin pie is my favorite,” he disclosed to her. Understanding smoothened her creases and then a smile tugged along her lips. He likes pumpkin pie. Suddenly, being called Pumpkin didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she liked it. “And..,’ he trailed off. Serena furrowed her brows in suspicion. His eyes still oozing with mischief. ‘And?” she repeated with narrowed eyes.

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Riley screamed, barely holding back his rage. Kevin's face turned ashen, and he glared at me with pure venom. "You're playing dirty behind our backs, huh? Just because you've got some money doesn't make you special!" I watched as his face reddened, a smile tugging at my lips. "Maybe you should ask yourself why you don't have more money," I taunted. "It's not like I can just freeze your accounts on a whim. You guys did some shady business, and now you're blaming me? You should be worrying about how much of your assets you can sell off. Otherwise, expect a court summons any day now."

So, were all werewolves like that? "Tch," Michael clicked his tongue. "look at you giving yourself a title. Alpha or not, in this house, you're just Noah, got it?" He turned his head away from him. "There's no way I'm going to call you Alpha Noah like we're in some fantasy book." Noah stayed silent. He wasn't asking to be called Alpha Noah. He already knew Micheal would not call him that since he was already doing so much by letting him stay in his place. He was not an ungrateful mutt to make such brazen demands.

Welcome to the filthiest why choose you've ever read. Get comfortable. It's about to get very, very filthy.

I'm in pure shock as she opens her mouth and says. “You’re their chosen but you’re not ready yet. It’s a shame that when you become powerful enough you’ll have to choose between the ones you love the most and your destiny. Held your head high, Pandora Vaughn, but one misstep, and it may become darker than night.” As soon as she finishes talking, her eyes return to normal and everything around her too, she looks at me with a confused look, until the surprise takes the place of confusion. “Penny? What was that?” I ask carefully.

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.