Pippa Grant Reading Order Novels & Stories

Piper stared at the words, unblinking, her brain refusing to cooperate. She read the first line again. And again. Her grip loosened without her noticing. The glass slid from her fingers, hit the floor, and exploded—sound ricocheting through the apartment, water splashing against her bare ankles.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

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Here, she could read anything she liked with no one here to supervise her or tell her what to do. They spent hours there, pulling volumes at random, reading funny passages aloud, laughing until their voices went hoarse. They saw a large amount of history books, past romance of alpha's , cookbooks which Piper planned to use one day,and maps of different territories. Hazel kept staring at different maps, Tracing the borders of territories she had never seen, imagining a world beyond the walls that had confined her for so long. "Alright, I'm starving," Piper announced, slamming shut a book about ancient werewolf rituals, “ if I read one more word with this empty stomach I might faint.

I drift off into a fitful sleep. Pippa comes running towards me, her feet barely touching the ground. She glides across the meadow like a nymph, her long hair floating behind her in the breeze. My heart skips a happy beat, and I open my arms to welcome her, but before she can reach me, Caspian comes up behind her, a maniacal grin on his face. I try to scream out a warning, but no sound come from my mouth. Over and over again, I call out her name, as I run towards her, but my voice is a barely a whisper and no matter how fast I run, I can’t close the distance between us.

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, crush them! Lila knelt by a bench, chestnut ponytail bouncing, hazel eyes bright, spreading a parchment map, charcoal stick steady, courage blazing—the shrine’s runes, her maps, her spark. Her tunic was clean, voice lilting, guiding pups’ sketches, the iron scent a shadow she’d conquer. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail flicking. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, fight!

He already started to grieve the few hours and minutes he always had to himself alone in the house before Odessa arrived and then the rest of the family. Pippa shrugged, bringing out her button phone and another object from the zip pocket of her faded dungarees. 'Well?' asked the boy, peeved. Pippa raised her head to glare at him. 'So what?' She rolled her eyes. 'Piano lesson was cancelled today. They say Mrs Cox's gone to have her baby. And the ballet teacher called to have a flat tyre. So Mom brought me home.' Finian started to correct Pippa's wrong English structure when his eyes fell on the shiny object in her palm. His mouth dropped in a round "O".

“You basically handed me my life back, so buy the whole store if you want to." Pippa starts grabbing things off the shelves like a madwoman. She tosses in a jar of those fancy marinated artichokes and some imported crackers. "I still can't believe that asshole Eden," she mutters, throwing a wedge of expensive brie into the cart. "Like, I knew he was a jerk, but trying to force a baby into you just to keep you trapped? That is some straight-up villain movie stuff. I’m honestly still shaking just thinking about it.”

Too loudly. I entered without speaking and made my way toward the long table by the wall where a ridiculous spread of fruit and pastries sat untouched. No one was eating. No one wanted to. But protocol said the table had to be full, so it was. I grabbed a pear mostly for something to do with my hands and leaned against the wall near the exit. It took Pipa all of ten seconds to pounce. "Oh look," she said, loud enough to carry across the room, "the heroine graces us with her presence."

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind: