The Beginning After The End Providence Book 11 Turtleme Novels & Stories

The further my little mate went, the more my insides felt like they were being burned by volcanic fire erupting from my jealous and saddened heart. Only the first born males in my family knew that there happened to be another part to the prophecy. It would end with me. My family thought Ginny denying my grandfather as her mate would result in the end of the werewolf species, but Ginny apparently prayed to the Moon Goddess herself, begging her to give him a second chance mate. A mate that was a werewolf. I don't know the whole story, but I know that the Moon Goddess spared us and Ginny, a human woman, had been the one to protect us.

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Doing things, I never thought I’ll let anyone do to me and it felt so damn good. “Oh God.” I moaned. It felt so good. His mouth down there felt good. “You’re even sweeter than I thought.” He groans against me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it back into his mouth. His tongue did something to me. I felt the pressure build up inside me and I knew what was going to follow. “I’m going to cum.” I shudder with a breath. I don’t know how. It is happening so fast. He only got his mouth on me seconds ago and I am already about to go off.

Ailduin points to the one I’ve been reading, “is the second.” Buppig looks thoughtful for a second before turning the page back one. “Read the first one, Princess. We call this one, 'The Rise of the Giants.'” “Call me Lily, Buppig.” I say distractedly. I look down and begin reading the first prophecy out loud. When those that have become more earth and animal Begin to rise again It will announce the beginning of the end And the peace within the land will wane. She will call to them and they will rise

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

It had a symbol: a snake eating its own tail, but with a human hand holding the throat. Elara inserted the silver key. Click. The drawer slid open. Inside was a single, leather bound volume. It looked like a diary, but the cover was warm to the touch, vibrating with a low, rhythmic pulse. "The End of the Story," Mia whispered, reaching out. "Don't," Vane warned. "If you read the end before you live the middle, you'll become a fixed point. You'll lose your free will." Elara picked up the book. She didn't open it. Instead, she felt a note tucked into the back cover. She pulled it out.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

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This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”