Shifter Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Lean forward a bit like this. Helps with balance.” I felt Diesel’s stare before I even looked. His body had gone completely still. The unease rolled off him in waves. I glanced over and almost laughed at how hard he was glaring at Sharach’s hands on my waist. It was kind of funny — this big, scary biker looking ready to explode over a simple gaming tip. Sharach didn’t seem to notice. He kept talking, showing me how to shift my weight. We started playing together, laughing when I crashed on the first lap and cheering when I finally finished a race.

None of the aberrations, supernatural, didn’t like labels that could make them look more monstrous than they already were. Zephyra watched the shifter sniff the ground with the determination its kind was known for. What was a shifter doing here? The bear shifter pack was the closest one, and they were two states away. That had to mean this was a loner. Zephyra’s muscles tensed, and her stomach tightened as the truth dawned on her. Damn, damn, and double damn! Moving painfully slow in an attempt to avoid making noise, Zephyra removed three arrows from her leather quiver.

I smiled and went to the fridge. “Shut your stupid mouth.” Shannon stormed in. But I just opened the fridge and searched for something to eat. In reality, I was hiding my smile. Shannon is predictable, as always. She hadn’t learned how to hide her true intentions yet. That came later. “You think you are so fucking big and strong, but you can’t even shift. How fucking pathetic are you? An alpha that can’t shift.” I felt Nix come forward. “Who says?” “What?”

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

Emma twisted around from the passenger seat, blowing perfect smoke rings right at my face, grinning like trouble. “Where the hell are we headed?” I asked, voice still rough from all the polite bullshit I’d swallowed earlier. “Home first, girl,” Sophia said, eyes flicking to the rearview, catching mine. “Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business. I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs. No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.”

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

Instead, I put on a show that would leave them both green with envy. *~*~* Isobelle The rest of the afternoon dragged by at a leisurely pace, and the boys and I spent most of it watching back-to-back episodes of a shifter drama called Shifter Valley. There were plenty of covert scandals, breaking pack laws, illicit affairs, rejecting mates for the rogue next door, a wolf shifter trying to explain to her mate that she was pregnant with a bear shifter’s cub. They even did the thousand-yard stare right before the ending credits rolled. After I watched the first episode, I was hooked. I was sure the boys regretted giving me dominion of the TV remote.

I can only stare at my stupid shoes, the nicest ones I have and still too cheap for this place. “What has you frightened now?” he asks. “I don’t know how real mates behave,” I confess. “Is there something chemical between them that I can’t replicate? What if I mess up this whole act without even realizing it?” “It's not that complicated.” “Easy for you to say.” “Let's start with this.” He closes the distance between us in a single, deliberate step. “Wolf shifters crave touch.” His fingers brush the outside of my arm, then linger. “Simple gestures. Points of contact here and there.”

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

All things considered, I was off-base. 'Once more, it showed up, at the edges of the doors, holding some weird circle-like articles. At the point when different Shifters came to look, he delivered the circles, all of which delivered an abundance of sentiments that stimulated the Shifters that encompassed it. They were acquainted with numerous feelings that were not accessible inside our domain, like desire, insatiability, and outrage. The justification for why Shifters need feelings is to cause them to feel to some degree invigorated while they pause, permitting them to hold some of what their spirit initially comprised of. Notwithstanding, these... revolting feelings lighted a fire inside t