Piper Wright Novels & Stories

"She's a mortal, Your Highness. Of this world. Even mortals from our world could not feel the bond unless the shifter is in danger." "Do you think I don't know that?" Primo snapped, and he ducked his head again. Frustrated, he fisted my hand and punched it against his chest repeatedly. "Look at me. I have never been this vulnerable, Gresser. I've never been this sick," he said firmly, gritting his teeth. Never in his wildest teeth did he imagine those words ever to be connected with him. Then he pointed a hand at the bright moon overhead. "That is not our Moon Goddess! I don't know what kind of moon that is, but it keeps tugging on my power like some gravity. I could feel my soul and wolf ri

Her legs started hurting, she gave up and that's when she was pulled to a corner, she struggles in his grip. She was so eager to scream but he held her mouth, pulling down his jeans......many things happen that night, ràpe, yes, Piper was ràped. She cries there on the ground. "You'll pay for this, I'm gonna tell the police and everyone will know the type of guy you are-" before she was done, the sound of gun went off, she looks down and see that her chest had a whole, that's when she fell lifelessly to the ground.

" What makes you think he was a stranger? " " Did you know him before last night? Did you? Look, Addie, I'm your big sister, I should take care of you to a certain point. You're 28. You're not married, you don’t even have a boyfriend, no kids, you don't have a good paying job, no ambitions, no goals. Nothing. You have nothing, Adriana." Piper said calmly like she hadn't just basically told her– no, reminded her how useless she was.

a woman said from behind Willow, making her jump. Willow turned to see a pretty redhead standing there, wearing a polo shirt that said “Censored Gifts.” “I’m... intrigued,” Willow said. “Hi, Intrigued, I’m Piper,” the redhead said. Willow laughed. “Sorry. My name is Willow.” “I figured it wasn’t really ‘Intrigued,’” Piper said with a giggle. “Do you work at Town Centre?” “Sort of,” Willow said. “My husband does the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus stuff for the holidays, and I just got done being the Easter Bunny for him. For free, which has been sucking more and more lately. I’ve been thinking of getting a part-time job here, though.”

Piper raised her voice, showing off on purpose. After being overshadowed by Ella for so long, she had finally found her chance. It felt like she was about to turn her life around. Ella wasn’t impressed. “Really? Well, I hope you make a fortune. That is, if you actually trust Christine’s so-called business skills.” “Even if Christine isn’t capable, the entire Pratt family is backing her. You can be jealous all you want—it won’t change anything!” Piper declared confidently.

“And she didn’t say a word? Dios mío, Dona. That’s wild!" “That’s not even the craziest part.” She froze, staring at me like she didn’t want to hear the rest but couldn’t stop herself. “Don’t tell me—” “Yup.” I braced myself. “Her new man has a son. And that son happens to be—” “Don’t.” She pointed at me, shaking her head furiously. “August Reynolds.” For a second Piper just gawked at me, her chest rising and falling faster. Then she dug into her bag and whipped out her inhaler.

Though I'd want to put a mousetrap on that rotten red lips of hers and let her know what her life would be if she ever mess up with me. "Miss? What do you mean by that? What are you tryin' to say?" "Just No." I firmly answered to Amara when she'd inquired that, giving her a tight smile and then to the other people present around. "No because he doesn't need your help, Miss Pritcels. But I'm quite certain that he needs mine. So I'm gonna do it instead. I've done this CPR thing for my whole life so you acing your rescue class was just nothing compared to my real-life experience." I lied.

Entering her old bedroom Piper stepped back in time. Her room was exactly the same as the day she'd left. Even the posters of Bruno Mars and Katy Perry still adorned her walls. Piper made a mental note to ensure she took them down. It was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age to still have her bedroom littered with her teenage self!

Piper yelled, trying to pull her hands and legs from the ropes but was only hurting herself more, as her wrists felt sore, as did her ankles. “Why don’t you save yourself first, Piper?” Michelle shrugged, staring victoriously at the mad woman before her. There was no bitterness or pain in her heart, only joy. Piper needed to pay for her crimes, and Michelle truly hoped that Piper would change someday. However, she had no idea what Ezrah was planning in his mind. He might not allow anyone to deal with Piper now, but that did not mean he would not pay people to deal with her in prison. Ezrah was not so simple. Not only did Piper orchestrate the accident that killed his unborn child, but she al

She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad. Piper, on the other hand, was only five foot four and too curvy to look good in most off-the-rack outfits. Her hair was that boring color somewhere between brown and blonde, and her eyes were a light, almost washed-out blue. The only thing she really liked about herself was her face. It wasn't model caliber, but pretty enough if she put some makeup on. Not that she did that very often. When she was examining gems through her tools and viewing scopes, heavy makeup on her eyes posed a problem.