Third Wave Book Novels & Stories

“ I just need to sleep it off, Mav. Have fun at the bonfire.” ​I tossed the phone face down and opened my laptop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel better. I started typing, getting lost in the world I created. ​"What are you working on?" Jessie asked after about an hour. She was sitting on her bed painting her nails a bright red. ​"Just... fiction," I said, trying to sound casual. ​"Wait, like a book? Let me see!" ​"It's nothing, really," I said, but my face was already turning red. "I post on a site called StoryVerse under a fake name. I’ve never told anyone. Not even my best friend knows about it."

My grandma was pleasantly surprised. She came closer to me and held my hands, "this isn't a coincidence my child. I know you eventually have to accept one of them as your mate but for now, you can work with all three of them and get them to put an end to their feud with one other. Once you have achieved that, you can find out who our enemy is." I immediately recalled my encounter with the three awesome men this morning. The way I felt when all three stood in front of me is something I would never be able to explain. How could I work with all three of them?