Second Lead Novels & Stories

“Do you hear yourself? You want me to take my twin sister’s place at the altar—after she ran away? You think this is some kind of game?” Reagan didn’t flinch. No anger. No begging. Just a sharp, unshakable resolve. “I know you’re not ready, Tara. But we both know this was never about love,” he said. “This girl… she’s better than the other one,” his grandfather cut in. “More poised. Better educated. If she agrees, we move forward. Not a single reporter will notice the difference between the two of them.” I almost gagged. “The two of them?”

The type who is very possessive about their notes and would prefer taking bullets to their chest than sharing them with others. ‘It’s good. Hope some medical college will show mercy on me and take me in,” she joked. He, however, didn’t look amused. “ You can take my notes to improve your grade. They are good,” he offered, a strain to his voice. Serena stilled, stunned. There is no way Henry Jones offered her his notes. His notes. His possession. His priceless treasure. There were only two things famous in their school. First, Shanice’s beauty, and second, Henry’s magical notes.

She stepped back, her gaze piercing. “If Gabrielle falls, what do you do?” The room froze. Gabrielle’s breath hitched beside her. Alexa felt the world tilt, the weight of the question crashing through her. She looked at Gabrielle, searching his eyes and found the answer there. Not in words, but in the silent pact they had built. Alexa lifted her chin. “I lead,” she said. Dead silence. A few members gasped. One choked. Cordelia’s smile widened, sharp as a blade. “Good. Again.”

He added walking closer to me. “Now listen, and listen well! Bring forth Alessia from wherever you have her because her trail led here. I give you a total of three seconds to bring her out.” “One!!!” the leader said halting right before my toes with his hairy nature and a brawn that made him terrifying to the eyes.

I explained and they nodded. “Okay great, decide between you who will be going first and shift. We will be starting and finishing here, so get in line with your partners. Connor, Bradley and Julian will be leading the pack and Devin and I will be running behind. Please stick with the pack and don’t wander off or I promise you won’t like the result.” I nodded and they all dispersed, some to shift and others got in line ready to run.

"Alpha, Luna, we're approximately twenty miles outside the second perimeter Kira found. Do we call the second team?" I picked up the radio lugged from the dashboard. The calming whoosh of static engulfed the cabin as Jake's voice came through, steady and even. "Team Two here. Guns charged, magic topped off. We're ready when you are." "Copy that. Fall back to staging point," I said, cutting off the radio. Leadership settled on me like a shawl, warm, but foreign. Two years earlier, I never would have imagined leading wolves into battle. Now, it felt like second nature.

Aidan smirked arrogantly, but he had underestimated the determination of a trapped bird seeking freedom. "Fine, I'll just play the video. I'm afraid that if I play the recording, you'll argue that it's not you in it." Scarlett held up her phone. As the screen flashed, my chest tightened. I covered her phone, stopping her from continuing. Scarlett struggled, wanting to keep playing it, but I was stronger than her, and she couldn't resist.

"I don't know. He says he wants to try again. He promised he wouldn't take over or fix everything for me unless I ask. He said he'd let me lead." "And you believe him?" "He's never lied to me before." Mia paused. "Well, except for the Aubrey thing. But that was different. That was about getting in the door. Since he's been here, he's been careful. He's letting me set the pace." Chelsea nodded slowly. "That's not nothing, Mia. A guy like him — billionaire, used to getting what he wants — choosing to hold back even when he doesn't want to? That's a big deal."

She nodded in agreement. “Lead the way, Holden. I will follow up anywhere.” Those were the sweeties words she could have ever spoken to me at this moment. After soaking in the tub for a while I want to see where this night is going to lead us.

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.