The Guild Member Next Door Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

My hands shake as I put the vehicle in drive, speeding out of the dark keep toward the Royal Alpha Quarter, my mind completely fractured by what I heard. When I step into the grand villa, the heavy cedar scent of Caelan sitting by the hearth makes my blood run cold. A violent retch tears from my throat, and before I can even kick off my boots, I sprint into the lower washroom and collapse over the porcelain basin. My stomach is entirely vacant, leaving me to violently dry-heave bile. "What toxic meat did you consume at the guild?" His deep, commanding voice echoes from the doorway.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

The sun had begun to set by the time we returned to the outskirts of the Guild HQ. The horizon was bathed in a golden glow, a stark contrast to the unease settling over me. Minseok walked ahead, his usual composure unwavering, while Jihoon clung close to my side. His small hand occasionally brushed against mine, a silent plea for reassurance. The gates loomed ahead, and as they opened to admit us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The Guild courtyard, typically bustling with activity, was eerily quiet.

“Excuse me? And you’re just telling me now? Spill everything!” I sighed, trying to figure out where to begin. “His name is Evan. He lives next door to my aunt. We met on New Year’s Day when I was, uh… going to get water because the house ran out.” Rachel laughed. “Romantic. So, what’s he like?” “Honestly? He’s… different. He’s confident but not arrogant, and he has this way of making everything feel significant, you know? Like when he talks, it’s like he sees right through you.”

Both started giggling and went on to freshen up and like this few days passed, Every day Leo would spar with Jenny, not once could he beat her, she was that strong. After a week Leo could see all the 500 positions in the Guild were filled and he called Rosy and Anne to the city and informed everyone in the Guild chat, "This is your captain Leo speaking and i would officially like to welcome all the new members of the Guild and everyone is invited in the underground City Mumba tommorow as there is a small celebration for the new people and an exciting announcement so it is compulsory required for everyone of the Guild Members to attend." Leo ended the notification and the next day everyone ca

The story was like a well-worn comforter, familiar and comforting despite its predictability. As I reached the end of the story, I saw an ad that read, "Searching for a roommate who can give me inspiration." At first, I thought it was strange for someone to ask for inspiration from a roommate, but I didn't dwell on it since Ren was finally emerging from the elevator, looking stunning in his well-chosen clothes. I stood up to greet him, but he seemed more interested in the fact that I was reading the newspaper. He grabbed the paper, saw the ad, and gave me a smug grin. I could tell he was up to no good.

Alphas Guild Hall was too far from Nevil’s house, so it took them long before they reached it. "Get down," she immediately obeyed Nevil and walked out of the car. The Guild Hall was fancy and big. Could even compare to a palace. What else can she expect in this place? They're directed to the private hall. They caught up with the head, the council members of each region, and, of course, the alphas, and all around there seemed to be monitors, and they could see the inside of the bar.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

The word landed heavily in the chamber. A sharp voice suddenly cut through the silence from across the table. “Then perhaps we should question everyone recently brought into this mansion.” My spine stiffened instantly. The council member who spoke turned his gaze directly toward me. His eyes were narrow… serpent-like… calculating. “A stranger arrives,” he continued slowly, “and shortly after, our strongest warrior is nearly killed. Forgive my bluntness, but coincidences often hide dangerous truths.” The room erupted into whispers. Betty, standing quietly near the wall, looked horrified. My fingers curled beneath the table, but my expression remained calm and unreadable. Before I could respon

"Shadow Guild, what do you know? Zane spilled it's behind the theft, but the novel never mentioned it. Artifact's a key to ancient magic, power over realms. But capabilities? Blank slate." Ardyn leans forward, serious. "The Guild's a whisper in the underworld, assassins, spies, pulling strings from the shadows. I've heard rumors: they operate from hidden enclaves in the Whispering Caves, funded by rogue nobles. Not in any scrolls I've seen, though." He eyes me, that knowing look. "Your 'novel' skipped this?" I nod, fangirl brain whirring. "Totally. Plot hole city. Maybe my changes spawned it, like a butterfly effect from me bottoming or whatever." Kaelen chuckles, stepping closer, his hand g