Spectacular Now Novel Novels & Stories

“That looks like me.” “Right,” Christian confirmed as they all watched a woman approaching from across the festival grounds. “Elliott sees the same thing. They start walking in a hurry, and then, at 2:32, just as the moon hits its culmination....” He let it play, and they watched as Elliott looked down at the ground, as if he’d stepped on something, and then he disappeared in front of Aaron, just a split second before Aaron’s IAC went dead. Cadence didn’t even realize a whimper had escaped her lips before her sister’s arm came up around her neck. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she swiped it away. There was no time for that.

My fear of Salem was impacting me more than I’d thought. I glanced at the now-fully-awake Loretta, whose eyes were wide with curiosity. “Can he come in?” I asked. “Who?” asked Loretta. “The Dark Watcher.” Loretta blinked. “You know the . . . ? Well of bloody course he can!” She seemed much more cheerful now that she’d had a good sleep. I waved to Sven, and gestured for him to come inside. He vaulted to the window and climbed into the room. Loretta stared at him, speechless with awe.

Daniel: Everything is ready, sir. Leon: Don't publish it now; wait for my orders! We will destroy her after their new product is released when she is at her peak. Daniel: Yes, sir. Leon immediately put his cell phone back into his black jacket pocket. Then he glanced at Jessica, who was focusing on her computer. 'Beautiful and intelligent. You are indeed a perfect woman, Miss. If only you weren't a competitor of my company, maybe I would have been fooled by that beauty,' Leon muttered.

Kyson I had just sat down with a scotch on the porch, enjoying the cool, fresh air. It is so peaceful here. My cell vibrates on the table next to me. I glance over and see a text with a number that isn’t stored in my contact, but the second I open it, I realise who it is. Arya! I read the text and smile because I am glad she has finally worked out who I am. I quickly save her number before texting back.

Unexpectedly, she stopped talking and started cooking some pasta attentively. Caleb liked food with a richer taste. Hence, Layla added some peppers to the pasta. When she served it, she told Caleb to be careful since the pasta was hot. On the other hand, my cold pasta was laid aside and was ignored. I would have gotten jealous in my previous life. But I was not sad when I saw the three of them talking and laughing at the dining table. All I could think of was getting out of there as early as possible. Before I bade Alex goodbye, he told me that the tentative date for going abroad was set for the twentieth of the next month.

I went with some simple sandals instead of the high heels that Scarlet begged me to wear, and I'm glad I did. As soon as we came to a halt, I exhaled heavily and gasped at the beauty in front of me. Logan let go of my tightly gripped hand, allowing me to move forward on the cliff top and take in the view of the beautifully lit city. From up here, I could see a portion of New York, which appeared to be breathtaking. The stars in the sky, combined with the full moon, made the entire scene look more like a beautifully edited photograph than a reality.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

The air is thick with shadows, walls closing in like a secret waiting to explode. The damp air reeks of rain and smoke hangs heavy, curling into the corners like something alive. He is close—too close, his face so close that her skin can feel the spark of electricity between them, each breath stolen like a secret.The single lamp flickers, casting their outlines in trembling gold, their reflections warping in the windowpane. Thunder grumbles outside, distant yet insistent, rattling the glass. The world beyond is storming, but inside, the real tempest is just beginning—slow, silent, and dangerously intimate.