R6 Novels & Stories

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She could see different people, she glanced at each and everyone of them, one particular chocolate skinned girl who was in a black leather skirt and leather jacket, reminded Rhea of RM. RM short for Rosemary was Rhea's best friend, she loved all things leather and hated flowery dresses and heels, she was completely different from Rhea; Rhea missed her friend, RM had moved to California a few weeks ago since she got a job there, It had always been RM's dream to get away from her parents, since they were very confining.

We keep running for a few more minutes until we get to the old lake. Just like before; it is still dried up. An empty space. Filled with cracked and dried up earth. Empty. Elsa is crunched on the ground looking defeated; hands folded into fists by her side. "El, It's going to be fine," I say kneeling by her side.

Rhea introduced herself. "And the last but not the least! My name is Jordan! Aka Summer's most gorgeous friend ever! But you can call me Jor or Dan for short! Maybe we can be friends so that I can teach you sense of—ouch!" He didn't finished his speech because Rhea smacked the back of his head. Greka raised an eyebrow at him and her attention went back on me. 'can I kill him?' she mouthed and I glared at her.

Blake had muttered from behind the two of us and I had also noticed that Maxwell was only making small noises of complaint every couple of seconds now. "He's got Alpha blood in him too. You want to watch out for that," I had whispered jokingly. "I can just about manage with a Beta so I wonder how Ellie copes at times," Elliot had laughed once again as Blake appeared the other side of her, pretending that he was offended by the words Elliot had decided she was going to use.

Roth called over his shoulder ignoring her comment, as he rushed across the dining room and out the front door. Ruby watched as he strode across the parking lot, taking long, graceful strides. Working for Roth... Cooking? She tapped her lower lip with the edge of the business card as she watch him slide into his black Lamborghini, pull out of the parking slot and speed away. She made a mental note to do an online search for Rothdam Enterprises when she arrived home.

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“Luca… I know you’re in there. Come back to me!” For a heartbeat, nothing. Then… a flicker. A crack in the crimson glare of Luca’s eyes. A whisper of recognition. “You… Riven…” “Yes, it’s me! Fight it! We can’t let him take you!” The corrupted Luca screamed, a sound that split the night. Energy pulsed violently between them, like the storm itself was feeding on their connection. Riven felt the surge tear at his body, his mind, but he refused to let go. Every memory, every touch, every laugh shared in the past six years poured into that bond, feeding a counterforce against the Master.

Raven was groaning with his back arched, gripping his right thigh. "Raven! What’s wrong?" Gia rushed to the bed without thinking. "It hurts like hell!" Raven shouted, his eyes staring aimlessly. "Wait, wait... I can't see! Why is this room so dark?!" Such a large room shouldn’t only have a dim bedside lamp. *CLAP!* Raven clapped his hands once, and the lights turned on brightly. The room's switch could be activated by a clap. Gia quickly released her grip on Raven's thigh due to the sudden brightness, and her fingers began examining the right thigh.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male