The Body Beneath Novels & Stories

If she obeyed the impulse he had designed, the anchor could be activated. “Liv in position,” Liv’s voice came over the communicator. “Fairies ready,” said Bless. Amelie came over to me. “Kiel on the underground route.” “Do you feel anything?” I closed my eyes. At first, nothing. Then a hum, low and deep, like a heart beating beneath the earth. “There’s something there,” I said. “But not in the building. Beneath it.” Amelie turned pale. “Below?” I nodded.

Consciousness returned to heat. Not the burning silver of the explosion. Warmth. Fur. The scent of pine needles and northern wind—scent of home, of before. I opened my eyes to a ceiling of living wood, roots twisting overhead like protective ribs. Not stone. Not silver. "Healer!" A voice—rough, male, familiar from childhood. My father's Beta. "She wakes." I tried to sit. Fire lanced through my abdomen. My hand flew to my stomach, expecting hollowness, expecting the grave that had been dug inside me.

I moaned into his mouth, my body responding to his roughness. His hands roamed around my body, feeling rough and demanding. He removed my hoodie, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. His mouth moved to my neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that would bloom into bruises. I gasped, my head falling back as I arched into him, my body aching with need. "Dominic," I moaned, my voice barely recognizable. "More…… I want more….. Give me more.” He flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine. His hands fumbled with his belt, and then his jeans were off, discarded on the floor.

Alive. And trapped beneath the ice.

People could lie with words. But bodies? Bodies never lied. It always told the truth. The car slowed and entered the underground parking lot of Knight Enterprises. “We’re here, ma’am,” the driver said. “Hmm.” I got out of the car, adjusted my coat, and headed for the elevator. The time was already a little bit past ten in the morning. Perfect. I pressed the button for the seventy second floor and waited, my lips turning into my usual smirk. Patience, they say, is a virtue.

Its faded gray paint and shuttered windows made it easy to overlook — exactly the kind of place Matteo wanted. Matteo’s hand tightened around hers as they stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of dust and old wood. The rooms were sparsely furnished — bare except for the essentials. A small kitchen, a worn couch, a simple bed in the corner. It was far from the luxurious penthouse she’d fled, but right now, it was refuge. “We should be safe here, at least for a while,” Matteo said, voice low and steady. “I’ve installed everything we need — cameras, sensors. No one’s walking in without us knowing.”

Then the sweatpants, letting them fall in a lazy heap by the sink. I soon stepped under the water, letting it pour over me. It was warm, too warm—but I didn’t care. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The droplets moved slowly down my skin, they seemed to be tracing old bruises and places I’d forgotten existed. My fingers moved over my collarbone, my ribs, my hips—and then I paused. Lower. There was a curve. A soft, undeniable swell beneath my belly button. I stopped breathing. What… What was that?

The roar of uncontrolled energy ripped through the training field as a young player named Jax slammed into the ground, his body flickering between human form and something wild and glowing. Kane stepped forward first, his boots kicking up dust under the harsh camp lights. "Easy there, kid. Breathe through it. You are not breaking. You are shifting into who you are meant to be."

Beneath The Scars We have marks that tell a story , Stories of who we are , when we climbed through the rocky mountain and fell with our faces on the solid rock , Those marks that thought us never to give up , Those marks that lay beneath the skin . Those marks that always remind us of where we came from and where we have reached. Synopsis

I lower myself onto the bed and wrap my arms and legs around her body. Plastering myself to her body might not be the most prudent decision, as blood rushes straight to my groin when her knee shifts beneath mine. However, if I plan on sleeping in this bed tonight, it's a necessary measure I have to take. Although, I doubt I'll get much rest with Hermione's knee inches away from grazing my groin.