Stay A Little Longer Book Novels & Stories

Mentally, I feel like I'm still Leena Mills, omega nobody that everyone loves to take punishment on. In the letter he says that I'm fragile, is this why? I have to get stronger, mentally that is. Maybe I could start by reading some. That will help me relax and maybe I'll learn some nice things along the way. I head to the spacious library and see a section dedicated to the former kings and queens of the Lycan race. My eyes light up at the thought of traveling back to a far away time and see what it was like running the kingdom. I head back to the room with a couple journals from around a hundred years ago. I can't wait to see what life was like back then! I go to the fireplace and get a fire

The rain kept falling. The world continued spinning. But inside the small bookstore, they stood still — so close to break. So close to heal. So close to begin.

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The mate had to wear shackles while the mistress got to wear precious jewelry. Fighting hard to squash the impulse to rip the chain off of me, I shot him a sweet smile. "Thanks. I love it a lot." Satisfied, he kissed my cheek and left. … The next morning, I specifically took the long way around to my parents' house. Even before I stepped through the door, the laughter and happy voices drifting out from within were already loud enough to reach my ears. "Aurora sure is stupid. Just look at how touched she was to receive a lousy chain!" Vivian's voice was shrill and mocking. "Once Dominic hands me the pup, I'll chase her out of the pack and turn her into a rogue!"

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

She turned the offer back over and they sat with it between them, two people in the same room at last, in the same decision, the coffee going cold, the morning going on, and outside the city unhurried and entirely unaware that something in this kitchen had just finally, four months late, begun. End of chapter 46

More, and more. End of Book 1

She'd read the book, she wrote, and she'd seen herself in the pages. Thank you for writing about staying, she wrote. Thank you for showing that love is not about never being hurt — it's about staying even when you are. I wrote back: Celeste taught me that. I just listened. --- The book sold steadily. Not in huge numbers — but enough. Enough to know that the story mattered. Enough to receive letters from strangers, telling me that my words had helped them stay. I was going to leave my partner, one wrote. I read your book and realized that leaving was easier. Staying was harder. I stayed.

"Dad's here." My claws dug into his sleeve. Tears soaked into the worn leather. My bones were still cracking, but all I could hear was his heartbeat—slow and solid in his chest. The moon was full. Moonlight washed over me. And it didn't hurt anymore. My phone buzzed by my foot. A message from Rose, perfectly timed: [See it now, Molly? One call from me, and they'll drop you. Even if you became their mate, nothing would change. But hey—I might consider letting you have one of them. If you ask nicely.]

Or better still, read the story. . . . Note: it will be a separate book from this. there would only be a few chapters, hopefully to rouse your interest. Stay tuned!!!