Second Born Book Novels & Stories

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

(It's only the beginning. I finally have a set date for the release date! I had so many things to do so the official date is listed below! There might be a time difference depending on where youre reading from. Book Two release date: December 13th/December 15th. The official name of the sequel is Saved by My Alpha. I hope to see everyone soon! Follow my Twitter and Instagram for updates. Thanks for the support❤️

𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. An important note you should note for book two is that, there will be switching of POVs a lot in some chapters so I hope you get along with this. Let me know what you think of book One, and how the journey has been including your expectations for book two in the review section! Thank you for your support and I love you all very much 3>

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“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Gabriel is Second to the the leader that banished us and with his kind of power he is nobody to mess with. I bit my lip and scratched my nose with my other hand. "I shouldn't of been so careless." I mumbled, feeling upset because I let him down. Another sound emanated in the distance and with it a howl. A sign that the Remis pack was close. "What was that?" I asked. My ears going in the direction of the howling.

(Danny POV) The smell of vanilla and strawberries was intoxicating. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute, and all of my senses seemed to be on overdrive. I had a second chance mate. I HAD A SECOND CHANCE MATE. I do not know who was more excited: me, or my wolf, Mason. It had been eight years since Beth (my first mate) and I rejected one another. Mason and I had originally hoped for a second chance mate, but as the years passed, it seemed like a smaller and smaller possibility. Now aged 30, we had long since given up entirely.

"Writers write." She told Yetunde what the second book was. The particular shape of it — the after, the remaining, the continuing of the becoming. Yetunde listened with the quality of attention she brought to things she was interested in. When Adaeze finished there was a pause. "It's better than the first one," Yetunde said. Adaeze looked at the pages on the screen. "You haven't read it," she said. "I don't need to," Yetunde said. "The first book was about surviving something. The second book is about what you do with yourself after the surviving. The second book is what the first book was building toward without knowing it. That's always the better book."

Hi everyone ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ We’ve officially wrapped up Book One, and Book Two kicks off right away with a time skip. I hope you’re all ready for it! I want to thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me this far. I truly hope we can keep going on this journey together.

“It’s just… you’re different from Tiara. Too different.” And right there, in that one sentence, everything felt both clear and ridiculous. Of course I was different from Tiara. We’d been different since birth. But somehow, coming from his mouth, that difference sounded like a flaw. I stood up, hugging my laptop to my chest. “Thanks for the reminder,” I said, my voice tight, breath catching on the ache rising in my chest. “You can go back to the world that fits you, Reagan. I’ll stay in mine. The one you called weird.”