The Last Lecture Novel Novels & Stories

Sawyer Moon, daughter to the late Alpha Felix Moon and Luna Sasha Moon, before another ruthless Alpha killed them and took over their pack. Unfortunately, Sawyer was only 3 years old at the time. She was left in the care of her aunt and uncle, Rosa and Phil Handler. They lived away from any packs, blending in with the humans in a small town called Hope Springs. Sawyer has no idea she's a werewolf. Her aunt and uncle had a pendant necklace made for her to stop her from shifting. She's been told to never take it off as it symbolizes protection and was given to her by her late parents. Her aunt and uncle have always treated her with lots of love, raising her as their own since they couldn't have children. But to protect Sawyer from Alpha Tristan Lake, the man who killed her parents, they've had to hide her and raise her as a human. Will her safe human world come crumbling down when she discovers who she really is or will her powers be released.

In a world shielded by ancient walls, seventeen-year-old Raina has spent her life surviving the shadows of a broken home, until the night the walls literally fall. When nightmarish creatures known as the Scourge shatter Millbrook’s centuries-old defenses and slaughter everything in their path, Raina loses her family and barely escapes with her life. Thrust into a shattered world of ash and terror, she joins a ragged band of survivors fleeing to the legendary Stronghold Keep. But safety is an illusion. The Scourge is not mindless—it is organized, intelligent, and building something monstrous. In a pulse-pounding raid against an alien fortress and its growing horrors, Raina must decide if she will merely survive….. or become the spark of humanity’s resistance.

As the only expert in the world capable of rescue dives below 3,000 feet, I received a once-in-a-lifetime salvage contract worth tens of millions of dollars. I had dived in those same waters over a decade ago. My son's research submersible had been damaged on the ocean floor. After his oxygen ran out, he suffocated in the dark. The grief nearly destroyed me. My husband, Griffin Lattimer, held me through it, staying by my side through countless miserable nights. I found out later that he had personally redirected the only rescue vessel capable of reaching the depths our son was at to save his childhood friend's daughter. That girl had merely choked on a mouthful of water in the shallows. I divorced Griffin and threw myself into deep-sea salvage like a woman possessed, diving over and over until I knew the undercurrents of those waters better than I knew my own home. I never wanted another child to die the way mine did. Today brought the same stretch of ocean, the same crushed hull, the same depleted oxygen, and the same impossible odds. When I opened the client's file, I went completely still. I recognized the name and face inside instantly. I would never forget either of them for as long as I lived. I smiled and slid the folder back across the table to my partner. "I can't take this one."

Marcus Navarro's public image was finally going to be fixed. With his upcoming nuptials to Angelique Mackena, everything was in place but when Angelique abruptly ends their engagement, Marcus finds himself in need of a miracle. And a miracle he receives, his publicist comes up with a solution which includes Marcus marrying his daughter, Diana St Germaine. Except Diana is anything but a miracle. Marrying her will fix up his public image but his personal life is turned up side down by the cheeky and bratty Diana St Germaine.

"You told me that I can compared as glass but why you treated me as a rubber band that you expect to act as nothing happened after the dark disasters? She's Veronica Aisle Molina, a young and respected woman who happened to be the youngest CEO in the world not because of their wealth but because of her matured mindset. She's 18 years of age and never in her life have a boyfriend. She believes that entering into a relationship is just only a distraction for her, she focuses on her studies and because of her intelligence, she's done her studies when she reached 17 years old. A young lady who only wants love and care from her family but instead of hoping that to happened she became a workaholic and almost lives inside of her company. A year of her in the business world is a big threat to the other companies. Her company became the top and can't be beaten by anyone but when she met this man, A man that will give her hope that life is wonderful. This man has the opposite of her attitude, a playboy, likes bar hopping, and worst, An irresponsible man but she wholeheartedly accepts him. When she accepted this man, she felt happy and motivated but her happiness has a consequence, she bears all the struggles and saves her man from all the burden. As a mature young woman, she never left her boyfriend during his hard times but then, Fate proves that relationship will never be perfect. The man-made the worst mistake that shattered her heart. "Hanz,I almost rape when you left me that night! I f*cking almost rape just because of your irresponsibility and now,you will ask me all of that?!My love for you already last..

What happens when the veil opens for someone it shouldn’t? Kaida St. Claire always thought she was just an ordinary girl, living quietly with her grandmother in a small town. But suddenly, on a day that marks the beginning of a sudden shift in the earth, she stumbles into a forest that shouldn't exist, the one that plagues her dreams, surrounded by tall trees and an ancient-looking building standing strong in the centre. Ashveil Pack. The veil that guards it has never opened for anyone, not in over a hundred years, without the Alpha’s permission. Yet, it doesn’t burn Kaida when she reaches the boundaries. Instead, it welcomes her. And the Alpha isn’t pleased. Alpha Kellan has lost a mate before and blames himself for it. He won’t taint the memories he has of her by accepting a second-chance mate, especially not with a girl with secrets in her blood. But the pull between them is undeniable. Dangerous. Kaida was never supposed to survive the purge of her bloodline. And now that she is back, seemingly clueless about who she is, every pack wants her dead. But more importantly, someone inside the Ashveil pack is already trying.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

The Last Initiate is a fantasy novel about revenge, the supernatural, spiritual, and physical realms. After his life is mysteriously plunged from affluence to penury, Tamunotonye embarks on a mission to discover the cause of his late mother’s death, and avenge her if possible. The Last Initiate revolves around the lives, twists, schemes and machinations of Tamunotonye, his former course mate at the university, Timothy, the goddess of the underwater cult his late father belonged to, and other initiates of the underwater cult inside the Atlantic Ocean. Tamunotonye utilizes his supernatural abilities after his initiation into the underwater cult inside the Atlantic Ocean, like possessing an invisible double who attends the periodic meetings of the underwater cult. This invisible double is only visible to Tamunotonye and his fellow initiates.His invisible double is also empowered to carry out deliverance activities on Tamunotonye’s behalf, at his behest. A clash of two supernatural and spiritual powers later occurs, with Tamunotonye as one of the casualties, before the perilous journey to vengeance comes to an unimaginable and dramatic conclusion.

After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

My fiancé presented two engagement rings—one for me, one for my sister to choose first. The first was a three-carat fancy pink diamond, flown in from Antwerp, the kind that made dealers go quiet. The second was a plain platinum band, standard issue, the sort you buy off the tray as a backup. For the first time in my life, I pointed at the pink diamond. "I'll choose first this time." Dante Moretti ran his hand through my hair, the way you soothe a restless dog. "Eleanor, you know Grace has always been particular. If she can't have the best, she'd rather have nothing. You've never cared about any of this. The other one is fine." I didn't answer. My chest felt hollow. We'd grown up together—his father ran the West Coast territory, mine the East. But in Dante's eyes, I'd always been the second daughter, the one who got what Grace didn't want. Every summer, he'd cut watermelon and bring the first plate to Grace. She'd take the center slice—sweetest, seedless, deepest red. He'd push the rest toward me—the pale pink near the rind. "This part's still good. Just not as sweet." When he bought his first Maserati, Grace picked the front seat—less motion sickness. He gestured at the back. "A little tight, but you can pick either side." Even our love was secondhand. He'd loved Grace first. She chose her academic career over him. So Dante, wounded and restless, came to me. In his world, Grace was always the first choice. I looked at the platinum band and pushed it across the table. "Give them both to Grace. I don't want either."