Revo Novel Park Novels & Stories

Even if she did, it would not have been worse like this as the wolf Luna and Luna Luna are equals except for the fact that one was of celestial origin. "Are we ready?" I said to Eva and Zoey. They nodded. We got into the car, gifted to me by the Shifter Trust Fund. It was a gold sports car, one of my favorites. I reversed the car and zoomed off. It was 6:17 PM when we arrived at the park. We chose Crest Hills Park and Game Reserve as our destination. It was a favorite in the northern part of our pack where we resided. The park was located in the hill town of Rushford, the land where it was situated was massive like a whole city itself. The atmosphere here is chilly and the wind is refreshing

I stopped him. Southvale's scenery was beautiful, and the air there was fresh. Being amid nature and away from the hustle and bustle of the city naturally calmed our hearts. Living a simple and peaceful life was something I'd always wanted. It was too bad our trip didn't last for too long. Calvin made noise about wanting to have candy apples when we were almost home, so Skyler got out of the car to get him some. Calvin was curious about the street market outside and ran around haphazardly while I chased him. Suddenly, a motorcycle shot out of a nearby alley and headed straight for us.

I wonder how they'll react when they see a human among them. Axton parked the car in front of the pack hall, which was already packed with pack members, most of whom were outside. I told Axton and Dani to go in while I hang out here for a while. I sifted through the scent in the air to know if Irene was here already, but I couldn't pick out her scent, so I walked to our house. They were just stepping out the door when I got there. My mom, her granddaughter, who was my brother's baby in her arms, then my brother and his mate were smooching in a corner while Irene locked the door. They froze when they saw me, unsure of what to do.

Just a cozy apartment, the scent of coffee, and the steady presence of a man I once barely knew, who’d somehow become the person I trusted most. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t scripted. But it was real. And for the first time in forever, that felt like more than enough. After breakfast—and after Rufio polished off the last bite of whipped cream, Alan swore he didn’t mean to leave unattended—we leashed up and headed to Marigold Grove. The cold of February had been seared away by the sun, and the park basked in the warm light of the afternoon. Rufio strode in advance like a dog mayor making the rounds, tail raised, ears perked, as though each squirrel and each breeze owed him his approval.

I have other things to focus on, not on Leo. I was feeling really suffocated so I went to the poolside to sit there for a while. When I was near the door I heard a giggling sound coming from there. It was late and except for our family members, no one was allowed to enter here. Then who could it be? I hid myself and peeked to see who entered the poolside sneakily. A laugh left my mouth as I spotted two love birds enjoying their romantic moment there. It was Charles and Jenny. Great!

But now she responded to my text saying she was going to come over for dinner, perhaps she’s actually confused. I exhaled deeply in confusion, here I am again trying to discern a woman. *** The door to my office slowly went open and Lisa walked in “Good Morning Sir Damon,” she greeted as she moved towards me, I flashed her a small smile to acknowledge her greeting, immediately she got to me, she took out her iPad and stretched it out to me. “I had someone look into Novan as you asked,” she began as I took the laptop from her. “Apparently he’s been in contacts with some inappropriate loan shark and a lot of loan companies, his debts is piling now and his parent house is about to be taken away

“It’s where the elderly can hear the laughter of children and see them play. The adults can forget about their daily troubles and get some fresh air. Going to a park is a ritual for many people who want to take some stress out of their lives. “And here you are… trying to burn a park that’s been built with the sweat and blood of those who collected all kinds of jasmine species from around the world. Just what kind of a wicked heart must you two have for you to be sitting here, drinking wine as you wait to watch the flames that could have risen from the park had I not been there?” Gabe picked up the emptied wine glass. “Do you have something against the park? Or the new owner of the park, Adri

I snorted. Dallas stared intently into my eye's curiosity burned in them. I raised her chin, pressed my lips to hers, and pulled away. “I told him that every second counts,” I murmured. Author's Note: To those who have lost anyone to cancer, I'm truly sorry. It was a coincidence that in this book, River’s mother, Bonnie, had pancreatic cancer. I didn't know Susan Johnson until I was just a couple of chapters from being done with this book. The woman I dedicated this book to happened to read one of my other books, Ace Bad Things. When I met her, I found out she had Pancreatic cancer like the character in my book.

Ansif’s stomach came in his mouth when he saw a girl who looked like Simran from the distance about to fell from the cliff who was fortunately saved by another lean figure which he identified as Riya by her short hair . “We have to reach there as soon as possible . They are drunk i guess!” Feroze said analyzing the situation . “Whatever” Ansif muttered running to climb the mountain , Feroze joined him sooner . “How the hell they climbed this shit!” Feroze exclaimed trying his best to stop himself from slipping again . “Just concentra-” before Ansif can complete , he was pulled down with Feroze falling on the mud hitting their bum hardly on the rock near to them.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.