Tana Mongeau Book Novels & Stories

They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.

Secrets connected to the Caldwells and his father and twenty years of planning for revenge. Well, he was probably right. The truth might change everything. But Mona was tired of living in the shadow of other people's secrets. She had spent too many years not knowing the full truth about Samuel, about the Caldwells, about her own life. She wouldn't make that mistake again. "Alexander Kane," she whispered to her reflection in the glass, her breath fogging the window. "Whatever you are hiding, I will surely uncover it." The words felt like a promise and a threat all at once. Behind her, the penthouse was silent except for the sound of rain and the distant hum of the city below.

"That book is the diary of Celene... the Moon Goddess' first daughter." I jumped, letting the book fall from my hands. Tony rushed over to me and held me close to his body. Heather slowly walked up to the table, sliding the book closer to me. "Let me tell you of a story." I frowned at her. Why was this necessary. "What story?" I asked. She smiled, looking from me to the book. "The story of Cimone... Celene's sister."

She had no idea what to do, having never experienced or seen anything like it before. The sound of thunder rumbled outside as if nature too decided to compete with the emotional and se*ual tension crackling dangerously between them. Marcus laid her down gently on his bed and sat down beside her, gazing down at her with eyes as dark as the storm clouds outside. There was electricity in the air which had nothing to do with the storm. It was as if they were drawn together like magnets. Cara trembled and her head spun with confusion. This was uncharted territory and she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to please Marcus because of her lack of experience.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “Welcome to my newest book, my awesome readers. This time, I am serving you guys an obsessive werewolf romance book. The beginning of the story might be too much, but these few released chapters aren't enough for you to judge the overall aspect of the book. Stay tuned for more drama, and how our Priya’s destiny changes from not being wanted or appreciated, to…. Let me not spill the beans <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>” Please, my awesome readers, in order to motivate me into uploading more chapters, don't forget to support my book and leave lots of comments. Your opinions are also very much appreciated!

The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.” Maeve held the copy between her hands, seated at the signing table in the bookstore she had chosen with deliberate care. Not the largest, not the most famous, but the one where, at seventeen, she had bought her first poetry book on a rainy afternoon, escaping home to avoid her mother’s acidic comments about her school essay. There was something circular about that choice — the girl who had sought refuge in other people’s words was now offering her own as shelter.

Only Luciano had ever seen this other side of her—arrogant, distant, and unruly, with her delicate fingers holding a slender cigarette. She'd sprawl on the edge of the bed, arching her hips up and spreading her legs, her eyes losing focus as he thrust into her while she uttered wild, incoherent pleas for mercy. They'd explore exciting, satisfying, and endlessly thrilling new positions. She loved him calling her "Madre" during her orgasm. She enjoyed taking charge in bed, teasing him with her delicate, graceful feet, letting him fill her, and eagerly claiming his kisses. This was a side of Tanya that no one ever saw. Not even Paolo, the Don of the family, had ever glimpsed her so willful, pro