The Beginning After The End Early Years Book 1 Turtleme Novels & Stories

Now he's being naughty. *********************The End********************

“Even if you successfully kill him, a whole pack will come after you. Us. You need to think this through.” I smiled. “They will only come after me. My priority is to save you and our sisters.” She shook her head, in complete displeasure at what I said. But the only thing she could do was disagree over and over again. After I saw Wevi’s sacred book bleed, a book that foretells the fate of my sisters and me. It was a sign that she will soon meet her mate. She will soon suffer. And her mate… will soon die. A curse in our family. A curse we cannot reverse or break. A curse that was destined for us.

Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1

He hurried to it and pulled it open just far enough to see who was on the other side. Lila’s whisper was hard and urgent as she said, “Let us in.” He immediately obeyed by opening the door just far enough to allow her to slip in. Benjamin’s larger frame forced him to pull it just a bit further open before slamming it shut immediately after he’d entered the room. “This is Ben,” she offered as she moved to the center of the room. Jasper and Benjamin greeted each other with stern expressions and a curt nod. Without hesitation, the warlock produced a slender bottle containing white granules that Jasper thought might be salt and created a circle around himself.

He tugged her legs apart and smiled with wicked intent. “Much later.” And it was. End of Book One

it's a start of something big. THE END.

I said, “And Heaven and Hell, and everything in between,” ***THE END OF BOOK ONE***

Zephyr stood beside me, watching with a soft expression I rarely saw on him. “Go on, little one,” I whispered, placing the baby turtle on the sand. We watched as it scrambled toward the ocean, joining its siblings in their first journey into the waves. Zephyr slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “New beginnings,” he said quietly. “That’s what I want for us when we get home.” The words made my throat tight. I leaned into him, trying to memorize the feeling of his strong arm around me, the warmth of his body against mine.

“Tess, you’re right. I never truly understood what you wanted. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He finally exited with dignity, and I, too, finally ended this endless tug-of-war, ready to restart my own life. A year later, I returned home. My first stop was to visit the orphanage and Ms. Grey. The orphanage was just as warm as I remembered. Laughter and playful shouts from the children echoed the yard. When she saw me, her smile was gentle and kind. “Tess, it’s good to have you back.” We sat on the wooden chairs in the courtyard and caught up.

You are the beginning. I am their End.