Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

Dahlia's POV I watched the car come to a stop in the garage, and a man of about 6'5 stepped out of it, though his back was to me, so I couldn't see his face. I leaned into Leander. “I thought you said you and your brother are identical.” “We are,” Leander confirmed, and I gave him a bewildered look. “Dear, that man is about five foot taller than you.” I pointed at Xander, who still had his back to us.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

But the voice was there. I wrote until midnight. When I stopped and looked at what I had, there was something in it I recognized, something that had the same quality as the Sarabande and the piece I had titled Eleven Minutes, the particular honesty that Professor Valdez had called genuinely original and that my grandfather had simply called true. I titled the new one February. I put the notebook away and turned off the desk lamp. Outside the December cold pressed against the window. Inside, my room was warm and the spring enrollment packet was on the desk and the phone had Landon's last message still on the screen.

For the past six days, she had been working nonstop, and I was confident that she would give me what I needed to shine tonight again. Instead, I only got one pathetic line. “Watch your left side.” Like the heck I didn’t know about my left shoulder injury. I didn’t know where things went wrong, but something was really wrong with her. She had been waiting for my proposals for ages. I had anticipated her shocking reaction after getting her dream proposal from me. Instead, not only did she bolt away like she had seen a ghost instead of that bouquet of roses, but she also refused to even let me touch her.

Cole pulled out suddenly stroking himself fast right over my face. “Open that slut mouth wide Lena,” he grunted and I did sticking my tongue out desperate as thick ropes of cum shot across my cheeks and lips and straight into my mouth, hot and salty and thick as I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin onto my tits in sticky strings. Ryan and Jax sped up chasing their own releases, their thrusts turning brutal and erratic now, the sounds wet and filthy as my pussy and ass gushed around them with every slam, cum and squirt mixture splashing everywhere.

One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents. Through the screen, Sasha took in my rosy complexion, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Oh my, Naomi is having a blast there. I guess the breakup was the right decision.” I shared with them the photos of Iceland’s aurora and glaciers with a grin. After some small talk, my father sighed out of the blue. Something seemed to be on his mind. “What’s wrong, Dad?” Sasha set down her kitchen whisk and wiped her hands, her tone resigned. “What do you think? It’s about Lorenzo.”

and leave empty-handed. That solution seemed better than sitting at home and telling them the truth about my current financial situation. My plan was coming along just perfectly… until I saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, from the Hanz Collection, the latest design from Car***r Simple. Elegant. Perfect. The price tag stared back at me: $70,000. My stomach twisted. Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money? If Natalie would just pick up her damn phone, I wouldn't have to worry about price.

“It requires a direct sample. Up close.” Riven’s voice drops even lower. “And we prefer to collect those samples ourselves.” There it is. The first trap. In the book this is where she lost control and submitted too early.

Give them all to Rosie if you could! Elise quickly declared on her social media that she only worked with me. The copyrights of the remaining novels were still being negotiated, so she hoped everyone would keep an eye on it. This made some small-minded people see red; they did not expect my backing to be so strong. [Is anyone going to take care of the Bells?] [I'll find out any of their shady dealings for sure!]

"She's still in there. I saw her. But she's drowning." They returned to the cell. This time, Zarek stood behind Veyra as she faced the girl again. Tansa was convulsing now, her body wracked by violent shudders. Her chains rattled with every movement. Then she screamed. Not in pain. In prophecy. Her voice deepened, unnatural, echoing with something not born of wolves or men. "The sixth will rise." The room fell into silence. Veyra stepped closer. "What sixth?"