The 13th Step Book Novels & Stories

She gives me a kind smile and sets my thick file down in front of her as she begins to explain the conditions of my parole. Back on the T, I follow my PO’s directions written down on a Post-it note. She’s sending me to a dank bookstore in a small town about twenty minutes from Brockton in search of a specific book about the twelve-step program that I’ll need for my mandatory weekly meetings. I’ve gone through all of this shit before, and it never seemed to stick. There’s no use thinking this time will be any fucking different. I spot the flickering “OPEN” sign hanging above the door to the bookstore, swaying in the heavy wind that whips the cold rain against my body, making me break out with

The Book of Origins revealed one final sentence before snapping shut: > *A name is the first step toward becoming someone... and the hardest thing to lose.*>

He went on to tell the man that some of the last books he took from him was what helped him reach this point. “Really, nobody writes steps on how to live as a werewolf or how to make you transform. Every werewolf’s journey is a personal one. At first when you started giving me books, I was looking for steps. I thought there was a particular way to scale through that I’ve been missing all through my life.” Anthony said.

I love how he got everything organised for me with a brand-new laptop and desktop. “He touches the back of my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure down my body waking up every little bit of my soul”, I write, and I close my eyes, imagining Theo doing those things to me. I keep writing for as long as I possibly can, and four chapters later, they both walk back into the flat. Abigail runs to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as Theo crosses his arms, watching us.

He has a nice body” she had thought to herself. It was the weekend and she had sat holding the book she had just purchased at the mall the other day. It was titled “101 guide to motherhood” and even though she had read almost half of the book, she wasn’t getting the point. There was so much talk and she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She decided to finish the book regardless. She had bought 3 other of such books hoping they would at least prepare her for what is to come. Steph was scared but she wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. She had never been so scared of anything. She was always ever eager to take on challenges and fight them through but this was seeming difficult than it would natur

Without another word, he strode toward the mansion, his powerful frame radiating authority with each step. Mia watched him disappear inside, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her wolf whined at his departure, already craving more of his dominating presence. The rational part of her brain screamed that this was dangerous - he was her stepbrother, a man who clearly enjoyed playing with fire. But as the morning breeze cooled her heated skin, she couldn't deny the electric current still coursing through her veins. Every spot he'd touched tingled with remembered sensation. Her wolf paced restlessly, desperate for more of his intoxicating dominance.

“Focus on what’s in front of me.” This strange pull I felt toward the brothers was eating me alive. It was a storm I couldn’t escape, a torment that lingered in my chest like the ache of an old wound. But I had to let it go. Caden had made his choice. And no matter how much it hurt, I couldn’t let myself break because of it. Stephanie, the girl I used to be in the human realm, wouldn’t crumble like this. She was resilient, unshakable. She was a lotus flower, blooming even in the murkiest waters.

Then, he admitted me into a mental hospital. Every day, the nurses forced me to take large amounts of hallucinogenic drugs. Whenever I failed to comply, I was electrocuted, beaten, and gang-raped in turns. Carol would occasionally visit me. Snuggled in Victor's arms, she would mock my misery without restraint. It wasn't until three years later, on a cold winter night, that I finally died from the torment. Thus, when I opened my eyes and confirmed that I had been reborn, the first thing I did was quickly transfer all my assets.

Three seconds later, Zakari’s words banish my fantasies into the deepest pit of hell. “I knew you were a whore just like your mother. We’re practically step-siblings, but you’re so eager to let me have a taste.” His voice is no longer soft… or buttery. It’s harsh. And cold, and laced with so much hate. My eyes snap open. Bile rises in my throat. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” I snarl, teeth clenched. I push away, but he doesn’t let me go far. He grabs my left hand, imprisoning it against his chest.

"That's something I can say without feeling like I'm reading off a script." With my newfound courage bolstered by Melody's advice, I set out towards the library, where Stephanie usually lost herself among the ancient tomes and fading scrolls. The scent of old books and a silence so intense you could hear a pin drop greeted me as I entered her sanctuary. Stephanie always said she found peace in the organized clutter of the library, and it wasn't hard to see why.