The Third Option Ao3 Novels & Stories

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Auntie May might be correct. “Are you nervous? Lora asked Cela. “I won’t deny that I am. This is the third of the three stories and this will surely earn either love or hate in the end,” Cela said. “Well, if you would ask me, I’d say that the original ending was the perfect ending,” Lora said. “I thought so too,” Cela said. “So, we’re all set for the preview night. I can’t wait to see the finished product,” Lora said.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

✍️ Author’s note: Please pardon this note, which might slightly add to the word count and chapter cost, but I feel obligated to share this now to avoid any future disappointment. This book is a sequence—a three-part series. First: DENNYJAY—TO TOUCH AN OMEGA Second: TO LOVE AND TO KILL—THE TRUE ALPHA Third: LUOMAX—CLAIMED BY AN ICY OMEGA All three are LGBTQ-themed.

Only the trees remained, swaying under the first breath of wind that smelled like rain. ************** Noah told himself he was going to study. That was the lie of the evening — quiet, noble, and immediately dishonest. He told it again when he climbed to the third floor of the library. Repeated it in his mind with each creaking stair. Whispered it beneath his breath as he passed the rare books room, then the worn poetry aisle, and finally found a corner table tucked under the curve of the mezzanine. The third floor was different at night. The ceiling felt lower. The silence wasn't passive — it listened.

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

"I'm not certain. It's never been tried. It might multiply you. It might erase you. It might transform you into something worse than the Absolute. It might work perfectly. I don't know. I only know it's possible. And it's the only third option I can see." We look at each other. Through each other. Seven consciousnesses facing impossible choice. Become the Absolute. Dissolve into God. Or multiply into infinite lonely versions. All terrible. All doom. All loss. But one preserves Aurora. Scattered. Fragmented. Alone. But alive. But existing. But Aurora. "I vote for multiplication." I say. Aurora. What's left of me. "I'd rather be infinite and lonely than absorbed and erased. I'd rather exist sc

The book is written in third persons point of view Werewolves and Lycan's have mates, their other halves chosen by the Moon goddess. After finding one's mate the female goes through heat. The first and second wave of heat is to allure the male and finishing the mating process faster, while the third and fourth heat waves are for the female. After finding one's mate when they get intimate with someone else, the other one feels excruciating pain, which indicates that their mate is cheating.

she said flatly. "Yes," Caden confirmed. "And if you mark me, I'm bound to all three of you forever." "That's how triple mate bonds work," I said even though stating the obvious felt stupid right now. She laughed but there was no humor in it. "Some choice." "We're not trying to force you," I said quickly because I needed her to understand that. "We're telling you what the situation is so you can make an informed decision." "An informed decision between dying or being bound to three men who didn't want me in the first place," Aria said with bitterness seeping into her voice. "That's not really a choice, is it?"

"Klaus Blackwell is a strategist, but he doesn't have the biological expertise to oversee an enzyme project of this scale. Who was Aron Quispe working for?" "It wasn't just the Triad," Byrne said, his eyes widening as he looked at Phuwin. "Aron had a benefactor. Someone who funded the labs in the Deadlands. Someone who wanted to bypass the Covenant entirely. He called it the 'Third Way.' A world where neither the Fae nor the Vampires held the crown, but a new race entirely." "Give us the name, Byrne," Sofia demanded, her hand reaching out as if she could pull the man through the screen. "Who gave the order to hide what I am?"