The New Puritans Novels & Stories

I say, trying to change the subject. “You know, the same. The quietness, the sounds of nature, the change of leaves because of the season. Hey, that reminds me, you guys are going to experience the holiday season this year without snow.” Max says. “Well, we have to come back to Pennsylvania for vacation.” Hannah says. Jack keeps looking at me. Do I look weird or have something in my teeth? “What did you mean coming here has changed us?” Jack asks me. “Nothing personal, well we all are acting a bit different now, don’t you think?” I say.

SILAS SULLIVAN After coming from the Amusement Park, I was so mad that I didn’t add this up sooner. I failed to add up the puzzle. The only people Chloe trusted with that so much money and information that might destroy everything I’ve worked had for would be her family and her girlfriends and all her girlfriends are out of the country except one which is Nicole Hemsworth. My new obsession. That woman would make any man cum on his pants just by looking at her. I’ve fought with my man because they couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Zhul's POV "Crazy Midget" I mumbled to myself. I couldn't believe on my first day of class I got stuck with cleaning duties thanks to a crazy midget. And she is a Perez. I knew a lot about the Perez family. They own one of the biggest companies in the world. Franz Perez is the current CEO of the company. I looked over to the crazy midget, who was probably as mad as me. I smirked to myself, I was glad I was able to hit a nerve.

That message left me devastated, and my emotions were all over the place. My first love was my ex, and I came clean to my husband, Jake Payton, about it before we got married. Back then, Jake said he did not mind. He hugged me and said meaningfully, "Your future is with me, Mindy. I'll always be by your side." After glancing at the chat, I realized he was averse to my 'impurity'—a fact I made perfectly clear before we even dated. Although he could look past it then, he must have begun to loathe me at some point during our marriage.

time, the voice of a man, sounding somewhat disappointed. Almost like a father speaking to his failed children. [It has been 200,000 years since humanity was created. You have evolved greatly.] It was a strange feeling. He was able to understand what the voice was saying but he knew it wasn't speaking any language that he had ever heard before. And yet it translated perfectly. [From the bottom of the food chain, you have come to the very top. Colonizing everything from the deserts and mountains to the jungles, you have come far....far indeed] it praised before the tone changed completely. [But it is a shame to see that you have not learned "control". Instead of prospering and venturing

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

Ellis could tell. There was nothing she could do to prove that her babies were just that… “There’s something else…” He switched feed again. It was a priest talking about the blasphemy of taking a human female for a goddess. “They are calling themselves the Purists and the movement grows bigger by the hour.”

Conservative wolves looking for any excuse to say "see, youth and inexperience lead to disaster." She can't fail. Not because of pride but because too many people are counting on her success to justify their own dreams of change. No pressure. The Purists were defeated years ago. Their leadership imprisoned, their organization shattered. But ideology never dies. It just goes dormant. The new Purists call themselves Preservationists. Their message is subtler—not "kill all hybrids" but "preserve species purity." Not "destroy integration" but "maintain cultural identity." It sounds reasonable. That's what makes it dangerous.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

“Nothing much. I am still wondering if you are truly ready or not.” “I am ready. I am ready to give it my all.” She said. “First, we must change your location...” he stated, and she cut in. “Why?” “To catch a monkey, behave like one. To interact with Kayden, adjust some of your lifestyle. Because we have to make him see and believe everything,” he explained. “You have to move to Tribeca so, you will be his neighbor to make things work out smoothly. And you have to change your background to one of a conglomerate heiress.” He elaborated.