Positively Fourth Street Book Novels & Stories

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

Fred POV Being home with Tatum and Grace is the best feeling in the world. The last couple of months after Tatum went to Mara have been absolutely insane. You see, when you think things happen for a reason; you think always good things, now I think of bad things as well. I never thought I would say the words I am about to say, but I admire Thatcher Hill. The man was a hero and no one will ever know. He died to save his family.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The fourth ledger was different from the first three. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not in construction — it was the same size, the same binding, the same pages. Different in what it was for, which she understood on the first morning she opened it in the twenty-fourth year and sat looking at the first blank page and understood that the first three ledgers had been the building and the fourth ledger was the tending.

Rebecca’s pussy had always been a greedy, dripping little whore. Even now, as Aiden’s car purred through the dark city streets toward the secret club, her cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing, soaking through the tiny black thong she’d chosen specifically because it would fail to contain her.

Hey my loves! I’m beyond grateful for each of you who came along for this ride with Roman and Aria! But don’t get too comfortable, because Book Four is coming up fast and it’s going to be amazing! I can’t wait for you to dive back in! Please let me know what you think so far–I’m always excited to hear your thoughts!💕

✨🌌✨ ⸻ Then a sentence appeared across all realities. NEW POSSIBILITY DETECTED THE FOURTH PATH ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ End of Chapter 65 🖤 To Be Continued…