The Last Green Valley: A Novel Novels & Stories

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

I looked at Jessica for the last time and made my leave. "And the last thing, you don't know anything about this game, Ms. Han. I hope to not cross paths with you again especially in auction events. Didn't your dad told you that it's not for innocent princesses like you?" Jessica held her glass hard causing it to break making everyone's attention on us.

one of them said and they all smiled. "Everyone, to the Van now!" *********** "What the hell are you trying to do?" Murphy asked as he stopped Ava who tried to get up. "They're gonna go already.. Can you hear any noise? They must have gone when they figured there is no one left" Ava said, pushing Murphy's hands off her. "OMG!!" They both gasped in shock, seeing the Pack burned to ashes. "Dad, Mom!" Ava said, running towards the right hand direction, in search of her family.

Emily’s POV My belly was huge, and I was always irritated. Lying in bed while Liam and Nolan worried over me warmed my heart, seeing them getting along for my sake. We slept together, and I worked to give Liam attention. I got out of bed and decided to walk a little. I put on my jacket; the snow was still falling, and I needed fresh air. I peeked into the hallway—amazingly, there wasn’t a guard at the door. The pack was doing well today, and trucks from Betty's settlement were arriving. The humans there had built greenhouses for us, so we were getting fresh greens and veggies. We made them build everything as punishment for what they did to us.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

“The fields healed overnight, alpha. It wasn't a gradual thing, and there was no rain, no tilling, no miracle of nature.” “That is not what I asked,” I replied leaning my weight onto the scarred wooden table, the map of the territories felt smaller today, cramped and inadequate. “They were dead land, beta,” he said, his voice rising in pitch. “Salted, ruined by old wars. Nothing grows there but this morning, the entire valley was green.” “Green how?” I asked, my fingers digging into the edges of the map. “soft,” he said, his eyes unfocused as if he was still seeing it. “vibrant like it had never been hurt like the war never happened, the grass is thick, alpha. it smells like life.”

Alpha Gavin asks looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Anything… R&B?” I shrugged trying to remember the last time I listened to music. He sighed putting on one of Bey's music for me. It lightened my mood as I bopped in my seat for the first part of the song and then singing along to the chorus. In a little less than two hours we were at the GreenValley Pack's border, a vast land with one glasshouse in the centre.The men in front of the border gave Alpha Gavin a thumbs up as he drove through the territory.