روايات وقصص ضمن Rabid Book

~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.

It must have fallen off whilst he had been trying to push them away from the pathway of predators. He picked up the book, about to open it, his curiosity now picked to the higher levels when he heard Rich’s voice from behind him. "What are you doing Dedari? Done feeding?" Rich questioned, stepping closer beside him, his eyes thinning when he saw the small book on Dedari’s hand. "What’s that?" He queried, his eyes peering closer to get a better look at the book which was about the size of a thin pocket Bible. "I’m not sure. I haven’t opened it yet. But I and Jacob had seen it with the vampires when we had been fighting them." Dedari replied, staring at the book which he turned over in his han

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Good day, you all. One of my favorite people (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Like I had mentioned before in my previous author note (if you actually read it (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)). I wrote that a new book, an obsessive werewolf romance book, might come out later on. But, guess what? The book is already published here in Goodnovel, and is titled, "The Mate He Never Expected: His Crazy Obsession".

I'm about to taunt him when he slams his lips on mine. …. I do make some tiktok for my characters when I have free time and I just dropped an edit of Nikolai and Adrian. Feel free to check it out. My handle is “Books_haven”. Thanks for your support!

Ria noticed and leaned down, sucking one into her mouth through the thin fabric, then pulling the top aside to lick and nibble directly on the stiff peak. She finger-fucked me harder and faster, her fingers plunging deep and curling with every deep stroke while her palm ground against my clit. Juices coated her hand and dripped down my ass as I writhed beneath her. In my mind, it wasn’t Ria’s fingers stretching me…it was Mr. Collins’ thick, experienced cock burying itself inside my virgin pussy for the first time, stretching me and claiming me.

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.

I don't know how long it takes for me to completely slip out of consciousness, but I sense it's a while because another scent interrupts the sweet scent of my mate. It's not a bad scent. In fact, it smells like rain and musk and it's really nice. But it's interrupting the sweet scent of Zeke. The honey of life. And that irritates me. Someone else is here with us now. The last thing I hear before my consciousness completely slips out is an odd conversation between Zeke and the intruder of my peace. "A wolf in human territory?" "Not just a wolf, Roman. She's a Lycan hybrid and I can't shake off the feeling that she's familiar."

She tried to make contact with it, but it was as if there was a barrier. She couldn't get through. It amazed her, the warm energy told her it was not a spirit, in the sense of a lost soul. Cold was fear, but that energy was warm. She felt it tingle. It disappeared again. Maddie walked on to the library. Rodolf was among the piles of books, reading on his laptop. Raven stood high on a ladder, leafing through the books. He tried to read the titles of the books with his head to the side.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.