The Twelve Novel Novels & Stories

Alexi: "Dad, Ares, we need to have the castle side of the tunnels blocked. I know that there is an entrance at the back side of the castle. Another entrance must be in the castle. Is there any besides those two? We don't need any surprises! I believe we need our warriors in triplets so as not to be taken down easily while exploring the tunnels.” Nicholas: "I love everyone's ideas; I would like to ask if maybe we should not guard the castle side of the tunnels and here is why. What we could do is have the infiltrators chase some of us into the dungeons. We can easily overcome them and lock them up.” Prince Alexander Jr: "Let me get this straight. We have warriors on the outside keeping guard

"The manuscript contains details about the twelve individuals and their powers." As they pored over the words, a vivid picture began to emerge. The twelve were not only formidable adversaries but also a diverse group with an array of extraordinary abilities. The names and powers of the twelve were etched into their minds, solidifying their understanding of the threat that loomed over their pack. Claire's eyes widened as she read aloud, "We have Shadowmaster, the master of darkness, capable of manipulating shadows to conceal his presence and create an impenetrable cloak of obscurity."

She joked and Amaranthe stuck her tongue out at her. It doubled Elizabeth over with laughter, “Yeah, Amar. I have never heard you say ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence.” She said, rubbing her stomach. Amaranthe blushed and held up her glass, “Blame the fucking mimosas.” She said, and the three of them burst out in a fit of giggles. ***** Hi guys! The St. Leonard Chronicles will be released in early June. These books will span over six novels - Ayden, Anastasiya, Matteo, Kiara, Damon, and Dakota plus a few more familiar faces will be making an appearance. If you would like to be kept updated, please follow me on Instagram @j.tarr02. - J.Tarr xxx

Leonard was wearing a long coat that reached his knees. He looked at me with a half-smile. I was terrified that he would come inside and wake up Garrett, so I quickly pushed him out the door, but then he pulled me into his arms. "Please stop. My husband is still inside." I struggled against him, but the next moment, I felt something pressing against my lower stomach. I looked down instinctively and realized that under his coat, Leonard was wearing nothing at all. That part of him which had brought me so much pleasure was now pressing right against me.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

Dolly’s POV If heartbreak had a cure, Lena was convinced it came in three forms: Hot chocolate so sweet it could induce a coma. Christmas movies so stupid they rewrote your brain chemistry. Avoiding all adult responsibilities until January. Which was how I ended up being dragged downstairs the next evening, half-asleep, half-resisting, fully doomed. “Come on, wounded penguin,” Lena said, tugging me by the wrist. “Movie night waits for no emotional wreck.”

"The apertures were calculated for the full range of the year. Winter and summer. The angles are different but both are correct." "All year," Adrian said. "The library works in all twelve months." Daniel thought about the library in all twelve months — the November honest light and the December prepared warmth and the January stripped-down and the February invisible preparation and the March promise kept and the April first green and the May committed and the June before the opening. All twelve months, the building is doing its work in each one's specific quality. He thought: the library is a twelve-month building. The attending is a twelve-month practice. The life is a twelve-month life.

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When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp. Holy Crap! Finn's thesis on the subject of time travel is presented here. Janet was aware of this because she had assisted Finn with some research at the time. Or maybe it was Ethan? Janet furrowed her brows as she turned to the middle of the book. After a few minutes of careful reading, it became clear that this was no longer about time travel. It tells the story of an ancient lycan and his mate, and the journey they took from the 17th century to the 13th century during that time.

The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand. Unlike before... it no longer felt cold. It felt alive. Then another sentence formed. "Choose before the Twelfth Door opens." The ground split apart. Far beneath the White Tree... a staircase appeared. Not made of stone. Not made of light. It was built from unwritten pages. Every step carried invisible words waiting to exist. The Stranger stared into the abyss. "I have seen ten Doors." "The First Reader has seen eleven." "But no one..." "...has ever crossed the Twelfth."