The Neverland Chronicles Book 1 Novels & Stories

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

Nadia POV: Well it's now or never I tell myself as I glance at the bag on my passenger seat. Ignoring the nausea I'm feeling from the thought of what's to come, I instead focus on my inner anger and start up my truck. Smiling as the powerful roar of the engine hits my ears, I peel away from my drive and begin the short drive to my destination.

It did not happen all at once. That would have been easier to name, easier to condemn. Instead, it unfolded the way rot does beneath silk—slow, quiet, almost tender in its deceit. After our first exchange, I began to see the prince everywhere. Or perhaps, more truthfully, he began to see me.

Marta waited outside Minerva’s tent for Kendra. They were breaking camp the following morning so this was her only opportunity to get her away from camp unnoticed. The alien village was but a day away. They’d be there the following night and then the girl would be sold and the money would be in Minerva’s possession.

hello all I just want to inform you that I by mistake got two new chapters mixed up with each other. and added chapter 20 before chapter 19. I fixed this and am only waiting for the editor to accept the changes. I apologize for the confusion also I read in some comments there was a bit of confusion about Aiden. for those who read the first book "the king and the rejected she-wolf" a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

Caitlin Paine always dreaded her first day at a new school. There were the big things, like meeting new friends, the new teachers, learning new hallways. And there were the small things, like getting a new locker, the smell of a new place, the sounds it made. More than anything, she dreaded the stares. She felt that everyone in a new place always stared at her. All she wanted was anonymity. But it never seemed meant to be.