Secrets Of Wyoming Novel Novels & Stories

For a half-second, she just stared at the tangled mass of snapping jaws and thrashing limbs. Then instinct took over again. Run. And she did. Kaelani burst through another door and found herself in a very different part of the building. No stone columns. No ceremonial chambers. Just rows of desks, ledgers, and recordkeeping clutter. Secretaries and clerks froze mid-motion—fingers hovering over keyboards, eyes wide—as she sprinted past. She didn’t stop. And for a second, she dared to believe she’d lost them. She was wrong. The double doors behind her exploded open, wolves pouring in like a flood. Growls echoed off the walls, claws scraped the floors, desks overturned in a frenzy.

Before I could even speak, I felt a pair of lips on mine as I felt a hand wrap around my waist. “God I missed you.” I said breathless as we pulled from the kiss. “I missed you too.” He said as he moved a strand of hair off my face. “Why can't you just dump her so we don't have to sneak around like this?” I spoke softly as my voice became sad. “I plan on ending it tonight.” He smiled and he moved his hand up my thigh and under my dress, making me gasp. “Mike...” I moaned as he slipped his hand in my underwear and into my vagina. “...not here...” I bit my lip trying to contain the moan that was about to escape.

But the thought of losing her in the end, of our shared future slipping away, was tearing both me and my wolf apart. The muted voices of the late-night talk show started to chatter again on the television, and my mind wandered again, this time to the unspoken secret that still weighed on me like an anchor. Jenna was my light, and I cherished every moment with her. But there was a part of me, hidden deep within me, that I was still keeping a secret from her, a part I was beginning to feel compelled to share with her. The truth of me being a wolf, a creature of the night, bound by a family legacy. The secret that had been passed through generations, was something my parents had guarded with th

The last time I checked his phone, I got nothing. He must have deleted the messages completely. I couldn't even find the name Abril. I didn't know what name he used for Abril. But the whole changing passwords thing had made me crazy. A man's password could only be his lover's birthday. However, William's password was changed to Abril's birthday date. What did that mean? It was obvious. The image of Abril's bulging belly came back into my mind. A wave of vertigo swept over me.

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

Clara shouted. Dustin stopped and turned to her. “There’s a secret room in the backyard,” Clara said gravely. “It’s full of traps. The Wyatt family’s greatest secret is contained in the deepest part of the secret room. It’s a letter Dad left behind while he was still alive!” Dustin scowled. He was curious about everything related to Lucas. Perhaps the Wyatt family’s treasure was contained in that secret room. “Don’t you want that treasure?” Clara tempted him. Dustin said nothing.

Unfortunately, the Wrights had moved away during my junior school years, which separated us from each other. After that, we still kept in touch with each other frequently. When we hit our university years, our contact gradually lessened. Two years ago, I heard about Janice's disappearance from her mother all of a sudden. The Wrights had been looking everywhere for Janice, yet they could never find her. I couldn't believe what I heard back then. Little did I know that she got sold to this place. "That's why you all are a bunch of phonies! You claim to be kind and morally right, but the truth is, you do a bunch of immoral things behind everyone's backs!"

That would help me better than any sedative. The first thing I noticed when I opened my door was a swift gust of cold air coming from inside. Weird. We hadn’t opened the windows. I walked in looking around and the flask slipped between my fingers. Because on my bed, laying on the bearskin, a huge black wolf waited for me, his gorgeous golden eyes on me. I ran to jump on the bed and throw my good arm around his neck, laughing and crying, sticking to his side and holding on to him like we has about to disappear. The wolf rubbed his face against my cheek, his tail tapping the bed, letting me sink my nose in his fur.

In the shadows of our sanctuary, we would build a life that thrived on our darkest desires. We were bound in this journey, lost in the sweet abyss of our creation. And as I gazed into her eyes, I saw the reflection of my own madness—a beautiful chaos that would consume us both, forever. EPILOGUE Anya The air felt thick with the scent of roses and decay, a heady mix that enveloped our sanctuary. The walls, once cold and unyielding, now pulsed with the warmth of our shared darkness. I moved through the labyrinth we had crafted together, every corner a testament to our twisted bond.

Winking at Trish, Emma asked as she opened the menu card. Connie’s expression changed, she had a lot of interesting things to share with them, things that if they find out they will become terrified but it was neither the time nor the place. Until the dust with Nick settles and it is proven that she was not the lady in the pictures she was going to keep quiet about everything. Days have passed and she has not heard anything from Nick and it was this silence that was both disturbing and worrisome to her. Nick was a stubborn person who was not just going to give up and let her go just like that. She feared that maybe the dream she had was a mirror to what was going to happen to her. Even thoug