Third Wave Book Novels & Stories

What started as an idea became something so much bigger because of you. Writing this book breathed life into my lungs in ways I can’t even explain. There were days when this story carried me just as much as I carried it. David and Nora’s journey wasn’t just ink on a page for me. It was healing, it was cathartic, and most importantly... it was home. And now… BOOK THREE! After so many debates with my editor and so many passionate discussions with you all, I’ve finally made the decision. Book 3 of SIR will follow Lucia.

She seduced Troy, got pregnant with his child, then orchestrated a chance encounter with Dorian, staging the perfect setup to marry upward while carrying someone else’s baby. The child was nothing more than a ticking bomb, meant to destroy both the Vantors and my life. As for Troy? He simply watched from the sidelines, then took advantage of the chaos to launch a hostile takeover of the Vantor Group. She thought she was in control, but she was nothing more than a disposable piece on someone else’s board. In court, when she heard his testimony, Summer completely lost it, screaming like a madwoman, cursing everyone who had betrayed her.

I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.

Sarah walked to the house, struggling with the grocery bags that were twice her size. She had finally been able to stock up her new house and decorate it to her taste. It felt really good to finally live alone after spending years with three roommates. She enjoyed the peace and quiet of the house and the fact that she could actually hear herself think in contrast to her shared apartment back in college where she couldn't go a second without hearing a squeal or an “oh my God, he's so hot."

“What’s done is done. We can’t go back to what we were. “Mr. Rutgers… we’re done here.” I smiled as I took a step back, then opened the door and walked into my apartment. Kit didn’t try to stop me. But I saw him later that night, standing outside my door like a tree rooted to the ground. He didn’t move, not when the wind blew, not even when the rain fell. But what was the point? For some things, once lost, they stay lost. Over the past three years, I had given him seventeen chances. He had let every single one slip through his fingers.

You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember. Kindly comment on your feedback, I would love to read them and use them to reflect on my writing and strive to be better. This is the third book I am going to write for the year 2021, and I hope you'll enjoy reading this and enjoy another journey with Zhanaia and Dion. Long life, Mickeys! xx Mics Artemia xx

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

Also, we were to remain bowing our head until they instruct us to stand still. “Do you know why you’re here, forgotten wolf?” she spoke to me. I hated the name she refers me to, but I was one for true. I’ve never had a one true mate. ©The Alpha’s Concubine; coming soon to GoodNovel. This novel can now be found on the YouTube channel, VBooks for free. It’s available in audio with natural voice soothing to the ears and background music that conveys the idea of the story very well. Check it out.

Are you seeing anyone special? “You seem so intent on getting information out of Caleb, Antonette,” I said and smiled politely. But inside, I was seething. Antonette’s smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. “Oh, you know how it is. It’s not so enjoyable being a third wheel, I mean. I’ve been there, done that. It was boring.” “Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow, not buying her innocent act for a second. “Well, I’m sure Caleb appreciates the company,” I replied, my tone cool and collected.

So I uploaded it immediately before my brain tried to betray me again. Will there be a Book Three? Well… maybe in a year, maybe in a month, maybe never. Evil author giggle. 🤭✌️ If you made it to the end, just know I love you more than Juan loves control. Thank you for reading, screaming, crying, and surviving this mess with me. Book Three: The Mafia’s Queen (coming… whenever it decides to come.) For now… let me rest. I’ve earned it. 😭❤️