Softer Novels & Stories

“Do you know what your problem is, Jude?” “I am sure you are going to tell me.” “You always act like emotions make people weak.” She smiled faintly. “But look at you now.” Jude’s expression did not change. “You walked into my territory almost alone because somebody took her.” Lotus’s voice softened. “That is not weakness?” “No.” “What would you call it?” “Urgent.” That answer clearly annoyed her. Lotus looked away briefly, then suddenly laughed to herself. “You know what the funny part is?”

POV Ruby "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me. I looked over and Cassy and Silvia. They both looked as worried as I felt. "Varg." Mom sighed. "In the flesh." he grinned.

” “Now that I’ve told about myself, are you ready to tell me about yourself?! We do not have to dive into anything heavy, just about you. Current hobbies, work life etc.” “Hi I’m Capri, I’m 31 years old and I a currently a SM at a chain of acquisition convenience stores. My hobbies includes reading, painting and paddle boarding.” “I’ve been anxious and maybe a little depressed lately.”

The softness of his voice? Damn! This is not good.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

so close? ********

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

He was about to kiss my hand so I grabbed it immediately. "M-My name isn't Softy!" I said annoyingly. Softy is a brand of popular tissue. What did he think of me? A tissue paper? I smirked at him. "But it suits you. Your hand is soft. Your name is also soft. Maybe your lips are? Can I kiss you?"