Ransom Canyon Books Novels & Stories

I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.

How I had not ripped her head from her body was a mystery to me. Before I could act on anything else, I heard footsteps and smelled multiple scents before the door suddenly busted open. Just perfect. “I will kill you,” I snarled at her as the wolves burst in. “What’s going on?” Manix ran over with wide eyes at the scene. I held Sno off the ground by her neck as she clawed at my hand around her throat that squeezed tightly barely allowing her air to breathe. I simply turned to the wolves that had entered the room eyeing them nonchalantly as if I was not holding her life in my hands.

River's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something to distract her from Thane's insult and Axel's threat. Her hand settled on a worn leather volume, its title etched in gold lettering: "The Way of the Wolf". River's heart swelled with curiosity as she opened the book, releasing the scent of aged paper. As she began to read, Selene's presence receded, her anger slowly giving way to River's calm determination. The words on the page spoke directly to River's soul, reminding her of the strength and resilience that lay within.

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

It can become an addiction that can destroy. Cerie picked up her head and said with a breathy moan, “No more. I am finished.” Rowan gave her a haughty look but made no reply. Oscar leaned forward and said in a low tone, “Are you planning on draining her dry? It might kill her. She looks half dead already.” “She is still breathing, is she not?” Rowan snipped. “You have been friends for centuries,” Oscar pointed out. “I have avoided sex with her because I knew what it would do to me,” Rowan confessed. “She insisted. Now, I am filled with her magic, and I hold no guilt.”

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

The journey west was long and arduous, the rocky terrain growing steeper with each step. The air grew thinner, carrying a biting chill that hinted at the canyon’s unforgiving nature. Emma led the group, the key’s soft glow a beacon as they navigated the rugged path. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the jagged cliffs. “This place already feels cursed,” Jamie muttered, his skateboard strapped tightly to his back. He eyed the canyon warily, its depths obscured by a thick, unnatural mist. “Perfect spot for a fracture.”

Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes. "We're rich, Izzy, but no money could help me escape Rian or my mind. We tied therapy a few times before Rian, but they never worked. They only made me wore, because I feel like I can't breathe on my own," I looked at the book in my hand and it was one of my favorite books, The samurai game by Christine Feehan. "These books," I whispered as a tear fell from my eyes, "they need to go. I need to face my reality, and these books are preventing me from doing it," Izzy stood up and hugged me.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.