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Oh fuck, Josephine, please don't stop. Don't fucking stop. It feels so good, so good," April moaned breathlessly as she started moving her hip against Josephine's fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust. When Josephine's fingers hit April's G-spot, April threw her head back in pure ecstasy. Her lips were parted and her eyes closed tight. Fuck, she needed to taste April's lips again. Josephine leaned forward and reclaimed April's lips. Josephine thrust her tongue into April's waiting mouth, moaning as their tongues clashed against each other.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“Yes. Despite the danger, and juggling a new relationship with four men, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and Jaxon is too. He’s thriving here.” “I knew it!” She almost shrieks, and just like that, I have my sister back. At least for now. “It’s a lot. I’m still coming to terms with it, to be honest, but they’re amazing. They don’t make it as complicated as I expected it would be. “Oh my God, what’s the sex like? Do you all do it separately or…” “Poppy!” I hiss. “They have excellent hearing, you know?” “Oops, sorry,” she drops her voice to a whisper. “But seriously, you need to tell me, because in this book I was reading, they did it every which way you can imagine.”

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

I look up, just in time to see her give Dex a meaningful look that says, help me out here, would you? “Don’t worry, Callum,” Dex pipes up. “There are plenty of girls with different appetites at the The Velvet Accord where were planning to take you.” I sigh, pretty sure that third time at the Club will equal a strikeout, not a charm. “A girl is definitely going to like what you have to offer, Callum,” Wren says, pouring her heart into it now. Reid raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so you like punks now?” Wren doesn’t give him the satisfaction. “Yes,” she snaps back, as if she’s as tired of her fiancé’s brother as I am.

Even though I don’t have a wolf like other shifters, I basked in the smell of blood and the agonized cries. Someone at my back pushed me forward, making me fall. I turned to see what happened and there was heat licking my front. “Burn that bitch now. Don't give her the chance to stand up or she will kill us all.” The fat man shouted. Suddenly there was a weight on top of me and I gasped for breath for a few seconds. Alice was on me, shielding my body from the scorching flames. I groaned. Now I have to find her a new hoodie, and those were hard to find nowadays.

"I have a feeling we both have a lot to teach each other." I laughed. I knew that things were far from perfect, but that everything was heading in the right direction. Andrew and I would be together forever, and the town would recover. Audrey and Ray had been broken, but they had found the strength they needed to fix themselves. The town was broken, but it would be fixed. I was broken, but I would be fixed, with the help of the love of my life. They say that fire always burns, but as the flames sweep away the detritus of the past, new beginnings can spring from the ashes. I smiled. I could feel the seeds of new memories germinating, reaching for the sun.