Second Hand Kindles Novels & Stories

At that I turned my head back toward him and bared my fangs, my own glowing in the process. “I wouldn’t think twice about turning you into the Elders.” I growled the words to make my point when all I wanted to say was Watch me. And do it without thinking a second about turning back. “We shall see when that time arises.” He mocked and dashed off into the darkness, leaving me alone in the forest, where the cabin was mere three feet away. I couldn’t wait until I had my chance to turn him in to the Elders that way I could properly appoint my next Second in Command. My fear, however, was Gabriel, finding out about this and killing the next in line. I pressed down my paranoia and headed back to th

I called out to her. She remained silent. She only drew her gaze to mine and gazed at me hesitantly. This left me wondering when Camille had turned into such a reserved individual. “Do you have anything strong? She nodded and pointed in the direction of the place where she stored it, and I noticed a collection in that spot. When I spotted my poison Dalmore Decades, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I grabbed the bottle, fully aware that she had purchased it for me. When? I’m not interested in knowing, she knows me very well and she had faith in us, and I will give her that faith as well. And I’ll make sure she remembers that I’m still her husband, even though I won't openly tell her. She knows I

************** 2 Days later ************** I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do once I met with Elena's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Badmus. However, I nudged myself to go ahead after all Elena would be there with me, we would be making our relationship official and also inform them of our pregnancy. I hoped they would be kind and sweet to me as my parents were to Elena.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

She let out a sharp cry of pain. After the bodyguards dragged them out, I ordered them to burn all their used belongings. Christina stared, horrified, as her luxury goods were reduced to ash. She started crying and tried to run into the flames to grab them back. Freddie, clueless as ever, grabbed her to stop her. "Let him burn them if he wants, Mom! I'll take you to buy new ones!" Meanwhile, Rebecca, outside the door, was stomping her feet and yelling at me, "Tyler! If you want me to forgive you, you'll have to piece together all these ashes!"

It’s funny that she thinks she can keep me away. “Then you won’t like what I’ll do to you in retaliation.” “What could you possibly do to me, Hannah?” I doubt it could be worse than anything the Williams family has done. “If you really want to know, then test me, and you’ll see.” She stands from the chair, picking up her Hermes purse. A feeling of disgust hits me as I realize it’s the same kind I have, and apparently Jenny also has one. I really need to burn that thing now.

“Yes, you know I never come to this part except for business.” “How long have you been around ?” “Three weeks now.” “And you are just stopping by? Yet you claim I’m your favourite aunt. How do you expect me to believe this?” “Wait till you see what I got you.” He says bringing out a small wrapped box. Mrs Johnson unwrapped the gift, revealing a simple bracelet and matching necklace with a dazzling pendant carrying a few stone. “Ben, you spoil me!” “Don’t tell anyone, that's pure gold and those stones are pure diamond.”he says faking a whisper.

“You are rare.” My mother’s hand flies to her mouth. My father stiffens beside me. “The Second Mark exists to restore balance,” the Alpha King continues. “But it comes at a cost.” My heart pounds loudly in my ears. “What kind of cost?” “Pain. Conflict. Bloodshed.” The words hit hard. “If the bond is rejected,” he says, looking directly at me, “it will rot. And that rot will spread—to your wolf, your pack, and eventually the realm.”

Raking my fingers through my hair, I exhaled slowly, pulling open the glass cabinet at the centre of my closet and placing my necklace carefully with the others. Perfect. I slipped back down after some careful reassessment in front of the mirror to watch the kids open up each present. The day slipped by slowly with us spending time together playing some board games but mostly the twins trying to figure out how to construct the Lego set.

But as her fingers let go of mine, she added—so soft I almost missed it: “The Moon never grants anything without balance, child. What she gives… she may one day reclaim.” And so, with nothing left but a prayer in my lungs, I turned the key.