Redeemed Reader Novels & Stories

We are all standing in each truck and waving to the crowd who have supported us non-stop. From where I stand my view was just the same. But still, I scan the crowd until I saw the redhead that I know so well. She was with Calvin once again, and that began to get on my nerves. Calvin is my best friend, but instead of siding with me and helping me make Lana understand, he sided with Lana, which made it hard for me to reach her. As we pass by in front of the people of Purple Hill started throwing flowers as a sign of blessing. And I really hope that we win and as greedy as it may sound I don’t really want to give Lana and Cal an excuse to keep going to the border of the Black Moon pack.

I uttered stoically and coldly while I leaned my back against the soft sofa I was sitting on, “It is the corpse of a man who tried to kill Alpha Alec for his position as the Alpha of the Agarwood. One of my intelligence told me that this man wanted to stop and destroy the alliance but failed. I sent men to hunt him after he escaped and became a Rogue.” Alpha Randalf looked at Alpha Alec who was pale with humiliation while looking at the dead man in front of them and I enjoyed that look on his face, “Y-Young Alpha, I-I appreciate the gift. T-Thank you.” Alpha Randalf immediately gestured his men to remove the corpse away from the place and nervously raised his glass once again, “To the victor

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

She opened her notebook — a journal Mary had gifted her when she turned sixteen. She flipped to the back. Nothing. Then again to the front. A single page she’d never noticed before, folded into the spine. She pulled it out. It read: If you find this, you’re smarter than I ever gave you credit for. Don’t finish my war. Win yours. She closed the book with trembling fingers. At 3:17 a.m., Camellia’s second decoy triggered. An access relay sent the document straight to an external server registered to Devereaux & Reiss, the consultancy recently absorbed into a BelleTech front.

“Driver! Let me off!” The man opened his eyes and smiled. But it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You’re not the villain anymore,” he said. “You’re just in the final chapter.” I jumped off the bus at the next stop and ran into the woods nearby. I hid behind trees, heart pounding in silence. Then I heard a whisper in the wind. “Redemption isn’t for the perfect. It’s for the brave.” I didn’t know if it was in my head or real.

“You’re already on scent suppressants, so there’s no risk of complications. If anything, I’m being generous.” Generous? My blood boiled. This was the same man fate had cruelly tied me to as a mate, only for us to reject the bond without hesitation. We despised each other. But now, he held my family’s lives in his hands, using them to force me into this twisted plan. Seduce Alpha King Cade. The most ruthless werewolf to ever exist. The ageless, half-feral ghost of a king, a legend drenched in blood and whispered warnings. No one saw his face. No one lived to tell his secrets. And Bradlyn wanted me to get close enough to steal from him?

She looked at him. He was studying the orchard. The forest. The impossible thing that had grown from a season both of them had once believed might destroy them. “What are you thinking?” she asked. He was quiet for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost lost beneath the rustle of leaves. “I used to think redemption was an event.” Audrey waited. “I thought it was a finish line. A problem solved. A debt repaid.” He looked toward the gathering crowd. Toward the fellows.

Moore move back to the waiting room to meet the rest of the job candidates after they are done with me. “We are done with the interview today and in two days, you will receive a mail notification. The person who gets the position will be put on a one-week trial period and if she fails to reach Mr. Moore’s maximum expectation, the letter of employment will be revoked and someone else amongst you will be offered the opportunity,” Stella reveals. I think this Mr. Moore is going to be hard to please. Good luck to the winning candidate and I hope it’s me because the pay cut, incentives and company car are everything I need right now.

As for Ethan, the man who had once thrown five years of my life into chaos, no one saw him again. Some said he had taken the 500 thousand and hidden away in a remote town to seek treatment. Others claimed he couldn't withstand the overwhelming online backlash and had disappeared entirely. Regardless, none of it had anything to do with me anymore. … Half a year later, the women's entrepreneurship project I spearheaded was officially launched at the old farmers' market. More and more women, full of dreams but lacking resources, came here to receive low-interest loans and learn professional skills. Small shops began to spring up one after another, and the entire street filled with the warmth an

A tall guard wearing a dark tactical uniform stepped inside. However, he did not look like the usual cruel men Chandler sent to drag me out of bed. His face was young, and his eyes held a strange mix of pity and hesitation. "Good morning," the guard said quietly. He did not yell or call me names. "What do you want?" I asked, pulling my hands into my lap to hide the blood. "I am not here to take you to the basement," he explained quickly, holding up a small piece of folded paper. "I have a direct message from the Pack Seer. She reviewed the lunar charts last night. The official rejection ritual date is set for this coming Friday at midnight."