Sellyn Drake Novels & Stories

"Hey, I'm Selena, Jakes twin sister but you can call me Lena. It's great to finally meet you." Selena greeted, a big smile on her face. "Hello Lena my name is Lydia, it's nice to meet you." Lydia replied shyly. With that said Olivia excused herself to go to the counter and get the room number and key along with Lydia's schedule. Quickly looking over it she saw that they had all the same classes together, except for two: hunting & skills and fighting class, which Lydia had with Selena instead, hmm I wonder if she shares the same classes as

Drake's large well-muscled, sweat covered, naked form circled Rissa, as she stared submissively at the floor. Reaching beneath Rissa's chin, Drake's clawed hand raised her eyes to his. He snarled knowingly. The only reason that the little theta would have walked in here was to deliver a message. Everyone knew that Rissa was Aislinn's personal shadow. He could guess that if he let the girl say anything, Sarah would be summoned away. He couldn't have that just yet. Besides, he thought, the pretty little theta might be fun.

"You can't even handle a little touch without falling apart, and you expect me to believe you're a hardened operative? You're nothing, Selena. Just a pathetic little slut who was stupid enough to walk into the lion's den." "Ah... ahh... yes... I'm your slut... I'm nobody, please... ahhh!" she sobbed and whimpered all at once, her voice pitching high as I curled my fingers inside her, striking that exact spot that made her hips buck upward to meet my hand. "Draco, please, I'm cumming... ahhh, God, I'm gonna, mmmgph!"

My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.

Drake growls, his jaw tightening as he slides a hand around Sylvia’s shoulders. She reddens. “Y-yeah. Part of my job, you know.” She smiles, but I notice it’s not tinged with malice like earlier. It’s soft. Deliberate. Then it hits me. The bitch likes what she sees. She likes Harlan. As if to confirm my suspicion, Sylvia sticks out a hand, “I’ve heard many wonderful things about you, Harlan. I’m Sylvia. Scarlett’s sister.” “And my fiancée.” Drake announces, his irritation becoming more apparent by the second.

The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator. Her hair was cropped, and sat around her face in a halo of choppy, platinum blonde locks. And her eyes, when they were open, were impossibly blue. But my favourite feature on my little mate, was by far her rosy-pink lips. After hours of tossing and turning, Sienna had finally drifted into a deep sleep at around 2 am. The deep furrow lines around her eyes and forehead, smoothing out until she seemed completely relaxed. Her pink lips forming a small pout that begged for me to kiss her. But I resisted temptation.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.