Razor's Edge Book Novels & Stories

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

The outer cover of the book was literally made of gold and silver and in it was tucked a dagger which had some blood stains on it. The dagger was also made of pure silver and a rare metallic element called ZIRACIDIUM about which these ladies were aware of. It's handle was shining like it's pure gold. The tip of that dagger was quite sharp and gave off the aura as if it would pierce the eyes of observer from far away. The book was too huge that it was totally difficult to carry it single-handedly and was wrapped in a white golden cloth tinted with black patterns on it. It was a book that wasn't made and written in human world. The beautiful book caught Carol's attention and she got drenched

Razor was a ferocious beast unlike any the wolves had ever seen, surely they knew they were coming to their deaths when they came here. Her link opened up & it was so weak I barely heard her. She said what I already knew, that they had wolfsbaned her. She said they were taking her to Clay, before I felt the connection to her disappear. It just evaporated, leaving a void in my mind & heart. Ofcourse this was the Donahue boy's doing. He staged this attack just so he could take her back, but I wouldn't allow that. The rogues kept coming at me, even more than before, & Razor kept killing them & pressing forward. He wouldn't let them take our mate, not after we had waited so long for her. We got

"Honey, I was foolish for a moment. You know I love you." "I was only joking around. I didn't really hurt you. Forgive me, okay? Aiden needs his mother." "Honey, I'm sorry. Please don't ruin me, okay?" When I kept refusing to reply, her true nature finally emerged. Voice messages came one after another. "Miles Lawson, what good does it do you if I go to prison?" "Are you trying to kill me on purpose? My job, my family, my life--you're going to destroy everything!"

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Legends of the End Times. Okay. A little on the nose. She pulled it out. The book snapped open like it had been waiting for her. Pages fluttered violently — way too violently for the still air. Most were gone. Torn out. Clean edges, not ragged. Deliberate. Only one page remained. Scrawled in handwriting that wasn't printed: She will bloom when all else dies. Aria stared. The ink bled at the edges. Not like water damage. Like tears.

Like a hammer pounding nails, he delivered a series of intense and forceful strokes, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her cries grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that resonated in his ears like the most beautiful music he had ever heard. He felt the tremor that ran through her body, the way her breath hitched and caught in her throat, and he knew he was on the verge of taking her with him, into the depths of a shared ecstasy.

Alpha Aura's men surrounded Alpha Rasmore as they were asked, but they never attacked. They surrounded him in such a way that he was in the middle while their bulky bodies shielded him as if he were in a bomb blast area. They were all empty-handed because the moment Alpha Aura yelled at them, asking them to attack, they all dropped their swords and walked towards Rasmore. Alpha Aura squinted his thick eyebrows together, wondering what was going on. His heart had already taken on a different rhythm, and he was sweating profusely. He'd never had that feeling before, or had he? It had been so long that he'd forgotten about it. What he remembers is that something bad happened thereafter, and tha

Trisha doubted that will happened but if it did, she was gone. The thoughts that it could be her last night if she closed her eyes for as much as a millisecond her discomfort. She sighed as the door to her dormitory opened, without doubt, she knew it was Nora. She wrapped her sweaty palm around her wand tighter which was tucked in her blanket. She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat.