Reveries Book Novels & Stories

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

Warning : This chapter contains several switches of POVs. ___________ |Azalea's POV| I woke up, did my usual morning routine; concealed my tattoos etcetera before going down for breakfast. After eating breakfast, I went to my room and was watching something on the TV when someone came to sit beside me. Enzo. Earlier today, around two in the morning, I was hungry so I went to the kitchen to make something for me to eat. Then I saw Enzo entering the kitchen. The fucker called me a pig-

Suddenly, a motorcycle shot out of a nearby alley and headed straight for us. I instinctively pulled Calvin out of harm's way, but it was too late for me to dodge. At that moment, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I was pressed flush against a broad chest, and I heard my savior's racing heart. Skyler held me tightly and said soothingly, "You're safe. You're safe, Rory." My knees were weak from the fright, and I was still terrified. For some reason, the scene of Skyler saving me overlapped with my memories of being saved in the past. A thought formed in my mind.

I don't even remember the last time I smiled at something on the internet. Books, once my favorite escape, now remain untouched on the shelf. I can't bring myself to read even a single page. Every time I try, the words blur together until I eventually close the book again. Ever since I came back from...No. No... no... no... Don't think about it. Please don't. My breathing immediately becomes uneven. My chest tightens painfully as though invisible hands are squeezing the air out of my lungs. No, Advika. Don't remember. Don't go back there. Please... don't. But memories never ask for permission. They simply return.

And the last page with anything written in it was in English “THE RISE OF DISASTER” “That somewhat looks like blood. I haven’t seen these blank pages before and I’m sure I’ve gone over it like a hundred times or so.” Everest inspected but Eva had zones out, unaware of the world around her. She stared at the like she was drawn to it, like it was calling her. “That is enough; you are scaring my friend.” Jayne said closingthe book up and placing it on the table. Shouldn’t an old relic like this be kept somewhere safe until the museum picks it up?”

I chuckle, trying to figure out which book I'll have to pretend to read while thinking of how to get into the archive. I lean closer to the table, snatching Ivy's book from her. "Hey! I'm about to read what happened to Edmund!" I look at the cover of the book. THE REVOLUTION: DIVISION OF OUR PARANORMAL WORLD I glance into the page she's reading. Carla pushes Edmund to the wall, her mouth crashing on him with fervent passion. His hands roam- The book is snatched out of my hand. What in the world?! I couldn't read the entire thing, but the brief scan of that page alone was basically written p**n.

Dame’s POV It felt like someone slippery was working its way on my dick. I turned to the side hoping it was just a dream. However, it didn’t stop and this time I can feel myself getting turned on. My dick went hard when the sucking became more intense. With my eyes closed I tried to decipher where I might be. I returned to the manor last night and definitely didn’t bring in any girl. I was too exhausted to be interested in fucking. All of a sudden it clicked in my head as my wolf whispered. “Jean!” My eyes went wide open in