Surfacing Novels & Stories

Aww, darn it. "Later. And if I were you, I might want to hold on tight because you'll never know when will Go drop you. " "What? What are you--"We suddenly halted, for what reason? I don't know. All I see is the yellow grass and Go's butt. But I do hear the strong sound of water gushing down as if it's coming from a... "It's a golden waterfall. "I hear Skye's voice in awe. What? Wait, they aren't going to throw us there, right?

The dew covered the glass, so she had to wipe the glass with her hands. Now, her face looks better, not as wrinkled as before. Audrey smiled. Wearing a bathrobe and her head wrapped in a small towel, Audrey stepped out of the bathroom. After soaking her body with lavender aroma therapy, she feels calmer. It was worth it because she had gone through such a shocking and frightening afternoon.

Sometimes she didn't even realize how much those words hurt. Other times, I wasn't so sure. Each comment felt like another reminder of what I couldn't do. Another reminder of my failure. One evening, after dinner, I sat alone in the garden. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. David joined me shortly afterward. Neither of us spoke for a while. Then he suddenly said, "What do you think about a surrogate?" I looked at him. "A surrogate?" He nodded. "It could work." My heart skipped. The idea had crossed my mind before.

"I need a woman to carry my child. A surrogate who can provide that service without the complications of emotional attachment or social entanglement." Aria's eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with suspicion. "You want me to be your... what? Your breeding stock?" "I want you to consider a business arrangement that would solve both our problems," I corrected smoothly. "You need money for your sister's medical care and your own survival. I need an heir without the complications of marriage or romantic involvement." I reached into my jacket and pulled out my checkbook, writing quickly before tearing off the slip and offering it to her. "This would be your signing bonus. Enough to cover your

“Babe I know how difficult it must be for you right now… but you’re strong. I trust you! You’re going to bounce back and you’re going to find an opportunity that is even more amazing than this one. I know it’s hard, but don’t give up, okay?” I sighed at Sandra’s words. She said she knew how difficult it must be for me in that moment. But she didn’t! Sandra was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and it didn’t matter that we were best friends… I had always known that she was better-off than I was and I had gotten used to it. Sometimes, resentment had come into the picture… but I had killed it before it could turn into something terrible.

"When you're broken you need to be reborn. Do not fight the Pain; embrace it. Accept it. Live it. Don't rush the process, you need to swim in the deep end for a while to build you muscles. Learn. Keep swimming. You will be stronger for it." - Caitlin Cooper ************************************

“It’s fine. Really. If you still have another woman in your heart, I understand. But then… why go through all this trouble with me? Why make me your surrogate? Why… give me signs?” Her voice broke slightly. Crane’s head snapped toward her, his wolf howling inside. “No!” His tone thundered, desperate. “You know the surrogacy wasn’t meant for you in the first place. It was a mistake. You were human—unfit to carry wolf blood. That was the truth, not…” Lara stiffened, her eyes filling with fresh hurt. His words cut deeper than any broken glass. “Yes, you’re right,” she whispered bitterly. “This was just supposed to be business. Serious, cold, and detached. I guess I let myself get… too comfortab

They all climbed inside, and Jace looked at me differently. “It’s not easy to mask the whole time. We’ve been sleeping and drinking, and there was nothing. We all thought you were human,” he said. “I’m only half wolf,” I said, and they nodded as if that somehow explained the masking of my scent. Oh well, I thought, they’d know soon enough. I got my phone out and dialed Marco’s number. “Kai! What’s up?” he said, when he answered his phone. “Hey, Marco, send me a location,” I said, and he chuckled.

As she worked, my hair transformed into beautiful soft waves that cascaded down my shoulders, adorned with delicate pins that caught the light just right. Not long after, my makeup artist arrived. She had a knack for enhancing natural beauty and today was no exception. As she applied a soft, dewy foundation, I felt my confidence grow. She expertly added a touch of blush to my cheeks and highlighted my eyes with warm tones that made them pop. “We’ll keep it fresh but glamorous,” she said, applying the final touches with a skilled hand. The look came together perfectly, with a bold red lip that added just the right amount of drama.

Anything to silence the questions screaming inside my head. In the bathroom, the harsh white light was almost unbearable. I braced my hands on the sink and stared at my reflection. Hollow eyes, jaw clenched tight and beards rougher than I usually allowed. I looked like hell. I turned on the tap, letting the water run cold before splashing it against my face. The shock made me gasp and my skin tingled. Droplets slid down my neck, soaking into the collar of my shirt, but I did not care.