The Last Mimzy Book Novels & Stories

Starting with getting her home. Finally. After seventy-five days and one more nightmare. We were going home. Together. **THE END OF BOOK 3** *Tyler and Mandy's story concludes with her rescue, but new questions emerge: Who in Morrison Pack orchestrated the kidnapping? Why target Mandy specifically? And how will Silvercrest respond to this act of war disguised as a rogue attack? Their healing journey continues, but now they face external threats that will test everything they've learned about strength, survival, and fighting for their future together.*

Rose Murdock's POV Raymond believed I had killed our parents. I couldn't even remember the last time he had called me 'honey.' I tilted my head up at the unfamiliar werewolf before me and, unable to help myself, nodded. "Alright." I followed a werewolf whose name I didn't even know into an unfamiliar house. The place was spotless. My gaze swept the room and landed on the coffee table, where several small white bottles were lined up in perfect order. I recognized them instantly—enhanced sedatives. That amount could have put five werewolves to sleep forever.

I chided her, jealous of the way she was drooling on my mate as I shimmied in my shorts. Mimzy laughed. “Well, he is. And the fact that he has come after you and is trying his best to woo you—that is so awesome.” She tipped her head up and prayed, “God, please gimme a man like Dane Llyod. I will worship you every day!” As I slipped in my tank top, I rolled my eyes. Goddess only knew what Dane had told Mimzy because she really adored him, and she was actually fangirling. “Okay, enough of that,” I stopped her. “When Dave comes, please take him to bed.”

Mimi screamed. TBC

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

he said between gritted teeth, “it would not affect the magic she has for me. I am first born and he is second. Second born cannot syphon magic from their mate.” I felt dizzy from my eavesdropping. It was all too much to absorb. I decided that I’d seen and heard enough and scooted back to my room. The last thing that I heard before I bounded up the stairs was Lilith taunting Lance with the fact that he needed to be more informed about family secrets. Jasmine was waiting at the top of the stairs. Her hands had a red undertone to them from her incessant wringing of them. “Someone needs to explain things to me,” I growled as I stormed past her and fell onto my bed.

The portrait on the opposite wall no longer looked ordinary. The eyes of his grandfather seemed to point toward a single bookshelf. Emma noticed it too. "Liam..." "I think he's showing us something." Liam stood immediately. They hurried toward the shelf. Dozens of books covered it. Most looked untouched. But one book stood out. Unlike the others, its spine was clean. Someone had handled it recently. Emma reached for it. "Wait," Liam said. "It could be another trap." Emma smiled nervously. "At this point, everything is a trap."

Maybe she never wanted to get married again. There was a thought. "Want to hear some unrelated drama?" Elisabeth asked. "Yes. Please." Anything to take Dixie's mind off her own troubles. "Mimy called me earlier and left a voicemail. It sounds like someone stole a bunch of the town record books. You know the ones with the newspaper clippings Mimy and the other L.O.L.s do?" "Why on earth would anyone steal those?" Dixie frowned. "Yeah, that's what I'm wondering. Mimy's really upset about it and had to report it. Sounds like they're about to do a full inventory of the library to see if anything else is gone. Those books are locked up, which means someone broke in."

Now, I have a decision to make, a huge one. “I’ll see you when I get back,” Dez whispers to Mim, and I realize, I will know when Dez’s patrol is back because he will come and get Mim and take her to his room. I take a deep breath and lean back on the bed, picking up a book so it doesn’t look like I am watching them kiss goodbye. I’m not watching them--but I’m not reading either. I am pondering what to do. As soon as Mim has found a way to extract her lips from Dez’s, he walks out the door, and she reluctantly closes it behind him, giving off a loud sigh as she slumps against the barrier. I momentarily glance at her but then shift my eyes to my book again.

I growl out. I see the fight in her eyes leaves, and the dawning of realization comes over her face. “Ok Lyricl, I promise. But you have to promise me to come back.” “I Hope I can.” They are the last words I say to Aunt Lizzy before I slink out the door the same way I came in. Cautious, attentive, nervous. Hoping I wasn’t followed, and no one will know I brought him here. Forty-five minutes later, I’m walking into Miko’s base of operations.