The Other Half Book Novels & Stories

My bad, my bad😹 I thought I was writing a regular chapter this time, I forgot😹😹 Anyway, thanks for making it this far😘 this is my first book on goodnovel and I know literally no one has made it to this chapter CURRENTLY📝 but if you have now.... congratulations!!💃💃💃 You just made it ALMOST halfway through the journey!!💃💃✨✨ Not exactly almost half but well..... about 85 chapters to go😌 But duhhh..... this marks a new beginning for our Hazel😌..... Or does it?!!! 🧐 Find out!!!!! 💃💃

“Your wolf.” Okay, a moment to think about this whole thing. Caroline says the voice in my head is my wolf that's eventually going to take over when it wants to. Should I be freaked out? “My wolf.” I repeat it like it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever said or said—because it actually is. “So it's like… a pet? Or a roommate? Or—” “It’s you. Just… the other half.” “Other half, huh?” I tilt my head. “Does my ‘other half’ have a name?”

“You want this house so badly, Leah? Fine. Have it. We’re leaving.” Leah watched in stunned silence as her husband scooped Chantelle into his arms and carried her. Her triumphant smile was the last thing Leah saw before they walked out the door, leaving her shattered and alone.

It was hard to refuse such earnest hospitality, and I eventually agreed. … A cold breeze hit me as I stepped out of the station, and I hugged my coat tighter around me. Seeing that, Melissa immediately draped her scarf around my neck, and a soft floral scent lingered in the air. "It's cold, isn't it? Montevale is much colder than Humridge." I shook my head, but warmth spread through my chest. Melissa's home was in the old district of Selliva. It was a quaint, two-story building with a classic charm. As soon as we stepped into the yard, the delicious smell of roasted turkey hit me.

The storm had stopped, but Olivia’s heart was still thundering. The mansion felt too quiet, too heavy, like it was holding its breath. She sat on the edge of her bed, unable to sleep, the echo of the mysterious woman’s words running in circles through her mind: “The oath was only half.” Half of what? Half done? Half broken? Olivia soliloquized…

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***

Two years of intimacy, warmth, and possession — and I had been nothing more than his experiment while he "tried someone else." "Another bottle." The bartender hesitated. "Miss, you've already had quite a bit—" "I said another bottle." Through the haze, the bar door swung open. A familiar Alpha scent drifted in, and my wolf came alive instantly. Kieran. He was wearing a black shirt, his expression cold. I lifted my head, squinting through blurred vision toward the entrance. When I saw the figure beside him, my glass nearly slipped from my fingers. It was Melody Ashford. My half-sister.

The courtyard is quiet in the specific way of Silver Hollow after midnight: the city is not asleep, it never entirely sleeps, but the particular quality of human and supernatural life that gives it its daytime energy has settled into a lower register and what remains is the city's texture without its volume. "Halfway," she says. He looks at her. "Fifty chapters," she says. "Of whatever we are calling this." He is quiet for a moment. "A life," he says. "A life," she agrees. "Is that what you have been doing inside?" he asks. "Accounting for the life?" "Taking stock," she says. "Two pages backward and three pages forward." "The forward pages are longer." "They usually are," she says. "That is

After a few seconds, I had dropped a single drop in each glass and capped it back, noticing that it still had half of it left for what I had to do next. Also check out my other books CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS!

“I came across this. This book wasn’t supposed to be found. It was hidden in the darkest corner of the restricted library. Listen.” He leaned over the page and read aloud. “‘...and so the princess, half-vampire, half-werewolf, was cast out by her father's court. She hated the bloodlust that woke every moon, hated the weakness it made her feel. She sought the sorceress of the black marshes, who gave her a potion to silence one half of her nature forever. The vampire side slept. The wolf woke strong. She returned to the werewolf lands and was accepted. No one ever scented the truth in her blood again.’”