Shasta Narnia Novels & Stories

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

BETWEEN TWO ALPHAS Alpha Statham gave a short, mocking laugh. “Logan Ashwood, sharp-tongued and bitter as always.” He tilted his head, his eyes shifting past Logan’s shoulder to where Luna Rhea stood. His voice softened, though it carried its own weight of authority. “I appreciate your concern, but I was speaking to Gamma Rhea. Would you excuse us for a moment?” “Do you....” Before Logan could respond, Rhea stepped from behind him, her smile calm. “I would be glad to take you around, Alpha Statham. The weather should be clear tomorrow. Shall we visit the Great Waterfall at six thirty in the morning?”

"Where did Serena take Zoe?" Anna’s head lolls slightly, her eyes glazing over in exhaustion. “I don’t know…” she murmurs weakly, then winces, her brows furrowing as she thinks. "But… in her office. There’s a bookshelf. A green book—it’s made of some kind of crystal. I think it’s a key to somewhere. I saw her come out of there once. It might be a secret room." I shove her away, already rising to leave, but then I feel her cold, trembling fingers wrap around my ankle.

Nash says, shaking his head. “You must,” Arnold says. “Remember what we learned last time we were here. Stella, through her powers as a Crescent Child, has a special connection to the dead. She is hearing the calls of the abandoned shifters, and that’s causing her great suffering.” This fact seems to strike through Nash’s heart like a silver bullet. “How can we fix it?” Arnold shrugs. “She seems to know what she wants, though.” Sure enough, Stella is reaching toward the battlefield, stretching her little body out of my grasp.

Stella said "What? You are not, Why would you want to go to the war fronts of all places?" Nathaniel asked "I am your Luna, Nathaniel Hunter, and as such it would be a great example if I left with you to war. You demand some respect, and I need to be respected as well and not just be termed as a barmaid. Besides, I want to see that thing fall to the ground with my very eyes and let's see if her alleged Majesty will save her from my wrath." Stella replied