Spectacular Now Novel Novels & Stories

Without a word, he handed it to Ava. It was a news alert. The headline read: “Top Attorney Ava Sinclair Implicated in Sinclair Family Corruption Scandal—Exclusive Inside Story.” Below it was a picture of Ava, going out of Roman’s penthouse.

I stepped forward, raising my voice to command silence, and the crowd obeyed, turning their heads toward me. “Pack,” I began, my voice steady but carrying the weight of my emotions, “tonight, we celebrate more than just our survival. We celebrate the beginning of a new chapter. It’s time to welcome our Luna—Alice.” A roar erupted from the crowd, wolves howling and pounding their paws on the ground. I looked to Alice, who was trembling but radiant, her eyes shimmering with tears. I took her hand, feeling the warmth of her fingers.

I didn't know if I would survive the night, if the cold would claim me before the dawn. Then, a voice, warm, cut through my thought. "Violet, I'm so sorry. I should have come sooner." I hadn't expected anyone to speak to me, let alone offer comfort. For a moment, I was too numb to react. Slowly, I lifted my head. The first thing I saw was a pair of the most striking sky-blue eyes I had ever encountered. Alex Skye, the Alpha's eldest son, the future leader of our pack, was looking down at me with genuine concern. His grip on my hand was firm and surprisingly warm. With his steady support, I managed to stand, although my limbs were still heavy and unresponsive.

He was staring right at me without even blinking. My breath caught in my throat, a sharp, painful gasp. I was naked. Completely, utterly naked. And my father-in-law’s gaze was raking over me, a slow, deliberate inventory that set my skin on fire. The air crackled with a tension so thick I could barely breathe. The fantasy I had just indulged in, the secret world I had built around this man, had just collided with reality in the most catastrophic, terrifying, and electrifying way possible. He was here. He was real. And he was looking at me like I was his.

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He turned to leave and he was almost at the gate when he stopped. Nicole had been writing another letter to Francis, asking when she could see him. Francis had been growing distant and she was unsure why. She started thinking about Austin again and how he always seemed to make her smile until he broke her heart. She was thinking she wished it would go back to the night he threw pebbles at her balcony window. As if thinking about it, she heard the pebbles hit the window. She thought she was hearing things and imagining it until the third one hit. She cautiously got up and looked out and her heart soared. There he was, Austin was back and was throwing pebbles again but he was walking away. She

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

“The water?” “No silly, your first night in the house.” “Oh, it was fine. Good. I mean, uneventful.” “Uneventful,” Bias said, spitting the world out like it was a rancid piece of meat. “The first person to spend the night inside 324 Abercorn in decades, and you say it was uneventful.” “Sorry to let you down, but nothing to report. No cold spots, no mysterious noises, no shadowy figures. Just Phantom.”