Terrible Two Book Novels & Stories

She was a fucking temptress. He had bedded women who had perfect bodies—wider hips and firm, bigger boobs that looked too good to be true. Though those women might look perfect, he had never been drawn to them. But this girl here, she was imperfectly perfect. All natural, fragile, and incredibly soft. Kevin bit his lips, he was painfully hard now. He couldn't recall wanting anything this badly. Without wasting a minute he pushed her down onto the mattress. Her curls loosened and spread on the white pillows. The cool silk sheets touched her bareback and within seconds an insulating layer of small bumps appeared on her smooth skin.

Savannah answered her innocently. Skyler mentally chuckled seeing the innocence of the girl in front of her. "Yeah. Dominic. Dominic Knight. You know , he is the bad boy of the college." Skyler asked her. Savannah nodded in agreement. "Good." Skyler said. "Now, can you please tell me who is a bad boy?" Skyler questioned her in a calm tone. "Mm! Basically, a bad boy is a boy who does bad deeds." Savannah answered her like a small kid. Skyler mentally slapped herself when she heard her way of reply.

And I had a terrible feeling the next move would destroy one of us. The heavy oak door to Dare’s office clicked shut behind me with the finality of a prison cell. My heels sank into the plush charcoal carpet, muffling my steps as if the room itself wanted to silence me. I stood there, clutching the tablet Serena had shoved into my hands outside, and took in the space that screamed Darian Blackthorne.

Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant? I underestimated how terrible this man could be. "Let's not see each other again." I slipped away from his confines, and as he tried to follow behind me, I turned back to glare at him, my eyes filled with overwhelming madness. "Or else, I'm not sure how I can stop myself from killing you to avenge my baby." I had no complaints about becoming disabled for him, because that was my choice. But my baby was innocent! "Go ahead." Horace wasn't scared in the slightest, instead taking another step toward me.

I lifted my leg and shook him off. "You're too late," I said indifferently. I pulled up a photo on my phone and dropped it at his knees. The photo showed a tiny, undeveloped fetus, streaked with blood, lying motionless on a cold metal tray. It was our pup, the one killed by his neglect. Cassian's sobs broke off. He stared at the photo until the last of his hope crumbled, his body going slack as a low, broken howl of grief ripped from his throat.

This stupid movement provokes an immediate, brutal response as his heavy palm swings around to deliver a cruel, bone-cracking slap straight across my face. The sheer force of the blow clears the lingering fog of concussion dizziness from my brain, forcing the stark, terrifying reality of my plight to become crystal clear. My mind had initially orchestrated this exact kidnapping fate to trap Chika, but now it appears my own flesh is going to suffer the exact same execution. Will my wolf also be sold into the dark underground slave rings? This horrific realization plunges my entire spirit into a deep, bottomless despair, and I break down into a flood of pathetic tears.

I felt a stab of annoyance. Everything here is annoying anyways. Nyall shook his head briefly. "He didn't! How many times would I tell you that?" "And I was supposed to believe you?" I regarded him for a moment. "I was supposed to be gullible enough to believe you even though it was palpably clear you told me lies." Now that I think about it, I can clearly see the similarities between these two. Nyall and Eric are the same, maybe it's because one is the Alpha and the other is a Beta. They probably know themselves too well.

He said it sarcastically I held the space between my brow. Ryan knew how to end each talk with something annoying. I doubt he has a heart, he said it so commonly like Henry losing his mother wasn’t something sad. “You are frustrating Ryan.” I shook my head at him and he shrugged, this was the kind of person Robin feels okay when I talk to, he was going to give me a headache. "I would like to say congratulations to you all," The director spoke in his usual deep voice. "For making it past the second round." He scanned the room and settled his eyes on me. "I'm surprised you made it."

A story that was never about finding the perfect world, but about building one, step by step, hand in hand. And so, the story of "Between Two Worlds" came to a close. But in my heart, I knew it wasn’t truly over—it was just beginning. With love, with family, with friends, and with dreams still yet to be realized, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always find our way back to each other. And that was enough. --- The End

Chapter 15 I immediately approached him and squeezed his wounded hand. He fought back, so I punched his face and other parts of his body. I then pulled out the knife from my waist and stabbed his hand—the one holding the black book. He let out a cry of pain as I drove the blade through his hand, causing him to release his grip. I quickly grabbed the black book, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. I slashed his face repeatedly and whispered to him: “For ruining my life, you deserve to suffer over and over again, Daniel Mercado. And I’ll make sure you’ll beg me to just kill you. The only part of your body that I’ll leave unscathed is your tongue,” I told him with a demonic grin.