The First Ladies Novel Novels & Stories

Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson. Wait, what? The Emily Dickinson? She hid most of her poems until the day she died, but looking at this book, holding it, it feels like everything she had written is in here. It's a lot, there were still poems of her that I haven't read yet, I never knew about its existence until now. I quickly opened the book and the pages were amazing, you know that scent of old books? This one has it, that one familiar scent of home, of comfortability, of coffee in the early morning while it's raining. I stopped on a particular poem, one I've read over and over again. I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Her novel. She told herself it was fiction, a story, nothing more. A way to keep herself sane while Ethan drifted in and out of confusion and Jessica lurked on the edges of every shadow. But the more she wrote, the more the truth spilled through her sentences, raw and naked. She wasn’t inventing. She was remembering. The novel wasn’t just about her marriage. It was her marriage. And that terrified her. Her first chapters were almost word for word what happened the night she met Ethan. The wine spilled on her dress, his smooth apology, the way his smile hooked into her heart and refused to let go.

Casey was everything I was not to them. They would be in for a shock when they learned who the real Casey was. The scientist played the next part of my memory without a prompt, and I was trying on clothes. I was overwhelmed by so many lovely and new garments. Excitement mingled with hesitation as I picked them out. I made my debut in a haute couture dress at the family banquet, celebrating my first public appearance as the Carters’ heiress. In my memory, Casey did my makeup and helped me into the dress. Her smile in the mirror was as harmless as ever, tricking me into believing she had changed.

everything, everything she wants, whatever the cost! The First Lady brought into our reality... all the principles of the game... We all became inanimate pieces in her hands. You have no chance of winning a game, where you only know you are in it, at the end... when you have no more moves to make”, discouraged and divided by admiration. “But what about the baby in her belly?”, confused yet trying to understand.

While reading the information about that woman 'Anne Louis, New Hope hospital patient' Huh? Isn't New Hope the name of a mental hospital?

At times I scale to practice at night. " I'm good I guess" I didn't mean to sound proud but it's good to uplift one's self at times. " Wow! You have to teach me one day " I shrugged " Anytime you're ready" " Gabriel.Susan...Emmanuel...James... The First Lady started calling names, after she was done the second lady started with hers. We were surprised not to hear our names on the first and second list and this remaining was that from the War zone and the King's palace.

Every portrait of the Late Luna Queen may have been destroyed, but one remained, and she was looking upon it. The Prince's mother was stunningly beautiful, and, as expected, the Prince inherited her striking features. Her eyes sparkled with the same captivating shade of blue, and her hair cascaded in dark raven waves. Amani discreetly scanned the library, ensuring that no prying eyes observed her actions. She then delicately tore out the page, taking only the portion of the late Queen. For if she had to look at the King any longer, she thought, she might vomit. She folded the torn page carefully and placed it in her brassiere before swiftly departing from the library.

“Selene Montgomery, Luna of the Dark Moon pack.” *Author Note: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this novel. Keep an eye out for the crossover sequel "Dark Moon Daugther" coming soon! In the meantime, check out The Assassin's Mate and learn about the world that Osiris has found himself in. :)

It just holds back. It was as if cold water had been poured on Sheilla. She sat weakly on the sofa when the woman disappeared. Suddenly her chest tightened and she could barely breathe. Valerie ran to her room to get Sheila's medicine. Nikki took a fan to get some air. After taking the medicine. Her feeling widened Sheila thought that if she could marry a rich man she would inherit everything. But she was mistaken in thinking. All the treasures are named after her daughter Alysia. Now they even beat the beggar on the street. Urgh!

Not even Kara herself. A small smile crept to Adam Sleeve’s lips as he thought of how grown and even more beautiful his Katherine was. He could vividly remember the first time they made love. It was her first time and she was shy as fuck. She almost died of embarrassment the first time She held his cock and gave him a blow job. But what he saw earlier was a grown-up Kara who was spoiling herself with the pleasure that she deserved. Knowing there was no man in her life, She had to satisfy her need somehow.