R 21 Novels & Stories

How long would it take to get through twenty five names? Ally Thompson. She looked like she took a wrong turn, dressed for a day of summer fun. Kenneth Rodgers. Too shy for his own good. Amelia Sweet. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon. Parker Lowell. An attractive Stud. Joey Lawson. Cute face, ass personality. Shane Harley. One of those familiar faces.

Throughout the night, the storm persisted, its unrelenting rain obscuring the tense silence inside the safe home. The world outside appeared renewed as dawn broke, its rich browns and vivid greens gleaming in the softer sunlight. But inside, the Blackwoods readied themselves for what seemed like the start of a conflict. The quiet of the morning was broken by the persistent buzzing of Roman's phone. His features tightened as he looked at the screen. "It's my contact," he replied, entering the little kitchen for seclusion.

Nine hundred and ninety eight, nine hundred and ninety nine, one thousand. Muscles burning and arms aching. He hit the mattress with a loud thud and fell asleep almost immediately.

According to the address, I’m going to the fifteenth floor. When I reach apartment number twenty-two, a very tall guy in a tight black sweater opens the door. Along with the Roman numeral five tattoo, a series of large and small tattoos runs across his skin. The sweater clings tightly, outlining every muscle. When I react, his eyes are no longer hazel. Streaks of sensuality flood his irises, turning black as night. He stands still, devouring me with his gaze, taking his time. “Hi, Estela!… you look beautiful… come in, come in,” he invites, stepping aside.

But then my eyes move down the list. Kelly Blackwell. My stomach drops. No. It can't be. Fucking no.

Now I was stalked here, trying not to look at anyone too directly or even act too uptight with a certain alpha. I nodded my head, giving heed to his greeting, refusing to look at him directly. “Good morning Raemon” alpha Zane greeted this time around, his tone deep and something lingering at the very edge. Pfft… Raemon also responded with a nod. The sitting structure was quite weird but I guess it couldn’t be any better. It’s strange they are working together, and even more strange that they are calling each other by their names now There were six chairs, three facing each. Alpha Zane sat before me and then Josh. It was still the same sitting position opposite us.

Daniel looked at it for a long moment, then pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on quickly before carefully lifting the file to examine it fully. "217," he read the number aloud, quietly. For a second he only frowned at it, the way anyone would at an odd note left by a dead man. Then Eliana watched something shift in his face — the frown resolving into something closer to alarm. "That's the same time," he said slowly. "Every call you've gotten. 2:17."

Eleven weeks of community service because of that shit Wesley Eckhart and his stupid red Honda. Jesus! When I get my hands on his slimy self, I will rip his fucking balls off and use them as ping pong balls. Fuck him! I speared at an empty plastic bottle hard, imagining Wesley’s disgusting face on it. Yep! Wesley is at the top of my murder list.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

I only think that considering it’s also Chase’s room. Ren seems to notice my expression. “There’s a lock on the door. A sturdy one. Don’t answer, even if someone is knocking. At night, don’t trust me.” Nodding, I let him push the door open, revealing what is inside. It’s clearly one of the rooms that once held one of the Alphas. It’s simple, yet so sleek and comfortable, I can’t wait to fall into the bed. It’s a double bed with a plush royal purple bedspread. The entire room is furnished white with purple accents that are so simple I almost don’t notice them.