The Ex Book Novels & Stories

For a long moment Xander didn't speak like he was trying to take in what I just told him. His eyes studied me as he furrowed his brows in confusion. “What Book of Alphas?" He asked and I turned, my eyes landing on the book resting on the shelf I kept it. “The Book of Alphas containing history and stuff of Alphas and their packs," I said and Xander shook his head, making me confused. “There's only one Book of Alphas and it's in my office," I stilled as my eyes slowly went to the book and then back to Xander.

“This is for you, Mrs. Walton. Please have a glance.” “Thanks.” I accepted it politely and flipped the first blank page to start reading. A second later, my eyes widened. The first page was a bank account statement, the number of zeros after one in the balance section knocking the air out of my lungs. The next thing was the list of cards: Black, Gold, and Blue. Every document carried the same name. “Ellie Walton.” My mind went blank as I stared at them in awe. “This is…” I was sure I was reading them wrongly, but Mr. Walton spoke weakly.

Anything. My eyes landed on the leather book again. Could this be what I was looking for? I grabbed it and flipped through the pages. I didn’t have time to read everything, but one thing was clear—Daisy’s name was all over it. So was Anna’s. And Turner Empire. “This must be important,” I muttered. Without wasting another second, I pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of multiple pages before sending them to my boss. I took a deep breath, arranging the desk exactly as I had found it before heading toward the door. I pressed my ear against it, listening for any movement. When I heard nothing, I carefully peeked out.

Quiet. Everything about it felt wrong. He heard the knock. Two short taps. Daniel. “Come in.” The door opened. Daniel stepped inside with a file in his hand. He always looked composed. Always ready. That had been one of the reasons Ethan kept him this long. “It’s done,” Daniel said, holding out the folder. “The divorce has been finalized.” Ethan took it. He flipped it open without really reading. Just looking at the pages. The signatures. The official stamp.

Raven’s Book Store Ava walked into the bookroom, exchanging pleasantries with the receptionist. "Hi, how are you today? I'm looking for Volume Two of 'The Ex-Husband Returns: A Second Chance At Love'. Is it available?" “Oh, Mrs. Ava, come with me.”The receptionist smiled and led her to the shelf. "Right here, Mrs.Ava. Enjoy your read!"

I knew that the reason for that pain was someone called Sarah, but that still did not prepare me for his next words. "Sarah, my ex-wife. A note from me🥰 I'm almost done with this book in the series, and all I need to update this story every day is your support through your votes and comments. The more support I get on this book, the faster I'll update, so don't forget to vote and leave a comment. I really do love hearing what you think about every chapter.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

He looked exactly like Jackson, but with a gaze that had seen the end of the world and decided it was a "Necessary Outcome" He didn't hold a scepter; he held a Book made of First Alpha’s Rib, its pages a needle of Absolute Redaction that held the power to "Delete" any carnal memory that didn't fit the West’s quarterly projections. "Eryx," I whispered, the name tasting like cold salt on my tongue. He didn't look at me with hunger; he looked at me with Assessment. He held the book with the casual grace of a scholar preparing for a routine lecture.

I hissed and rolled my eyes. We both got out of the car and walked into the building. She left to see her so-called 'boyfriend'. I, on the other hand, made my way to the library. I need to start reading for the exam. It's that time of the year again for our exam to commence. I walk up to my locker and bring out the textbooks I borrowed six days ago, I still have 8 more days left to return them to the library shelf. I felt someone suddenly hold my hand the moment I placed my bag in my locker.

He paused as he passed by her, seeing the two red booklets in her grip, his gaze turning icy as he stared at her. Under that piercing look, Lillian, holding the certificates, felt at a loss. A moment later, he scoffed, "Eager, aren't you?" Lillian flinched, her lips parted but no words came out. She just gripped the certificates tighter and looked down. What was there to say? It seemed there was nothing left worth saying. The divorce was his idea, his heart belonged to his savior. And she was just repaying a debt to that savior.