R 21 Novels & Stories

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"

she hisses. Shawn picks up, "Newsflash, the Reversal worked, but sadly it made life a female-dominated hell. We," he gestures between the two of us, "along with other 'rebels' devised a plan to turn the world around. We need to initiate equality, and you can help with step one. We need you to formulate another chemical, and when the time comes to release it--December 31st, 2020, by the way--your gas should be released," he sums up. I'm impressed. Shy Shawn is out the window, and this outspoken and direct Shawn is peeking through... I'm not mad about it.

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While they were on their way, a car approached them in a full speed so in an attempt to not hit the car, Ralph lost his balance and they both fell down. The car suddenly halted beside them and two boys, who were Ace’s friends, got out of the car. Clenching his fist, Edwin started to quarrel with them and the quarrel became intense when they started to punch Ralph. Edwin fisted his palm and brought it close to one of the guys' face but he was stopped in the middle when his hand was caught by someone. There came, THE ARROGANT OCEAN BLUE EYES.

she asks, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Yes,” Daniel confirms, turning to face his sister-in-law. “His name is Boris. He told his Alpha that there are rumors in the camp—or the supposed pack—that Emmanuel Reed is alive and currently gathering an army to reestablish his pack and take over the existing ones. From what I understand, Richard has the same objective.”

He has found out he is no longer the Beta. "Shit I'm on my way." Dax replies. He pulls out of me and quickly gets dressed. "I'll be back soon, stay here." He says as he running from the room. I grab my clothes and throw them on and run from the room. "Riggs where are they?" I speak directly through mind link to him. "No stay back Rory let us handle this." "Hell no he is my mate." "No!" " As your Luna I command you tell me."

I lean forward and kiss the little boy on the cheek. "Thanks, Remi. You're the best." "What's your name kid?" "I'm RJ or Ruin. I'm Rage's nephew. My dad is Rogan; his hellhound is Wrath. He's the second heir." "Ah! I get it now. You got a reputation to live up to." RJ is smiling as turns around rubbing his tiny hands together. Carter's jaw is on the floor. More kids enter the room and I give up on working in the main area of the clubhouse. I'm heading towards the stairs not paying attention. When I slam into Tianna.

Slowly, she moved to Carra's side, in a protective position. Carra glanced at Audrey faintly and shook her head. At the age of sixteen, her half sister could be considered pretty. On this day, she was wearing a beautiful pink garment dress, her long hair was shining with ointments, and her beautiful skin was a novelty. What could she say about her sister's bright eyes and white teeth? Audrey was simply pretty and gorgeous. But she was arrogant and unnecessarily proud, showing how obvious it was that she was a spoiled daughter.

She craved more. More strength. More control. More... something. She didn't know what that "more" was until she found herself alone in the training arena, sparring with Rafe. Rafe, the ever-watchful, ever-loyal second-in-command. His body bore the marks of countless fights—scars on his chest, his knuckles, his jaw. He fought like a man born for war but kissed like he was born for sin. And Selene wanted both. Their blades clashed, metal ringing against metal under the torchlight. She lunged; he parried. He swung; she dodged. Sweat slicked their skin, the air between them thick with exertion and something heavier—a magnetic pull neither of them acknowledged aloud.

"Twelve percent isn't enough to remove Damian on its own. You'd need Halloran's existing support plus this stake plus at least one more defection to reach a majority against him." Richard's attorney shifted slightly, and Richard himself regarded Sienna with something that might have been reluctant respect, the first time Sienna had seen anything on his face that resembled genuine reaction rather than careful performance. "You've done your arithmetic," he said. "I've done my arithmetic," Sienna confirmed. "Which means this isn't really about the twelve percent. It's about the message. You're showing the board that even the company's founder has lost confidence in his son, which makes it easie