Thirteen 2 Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 13 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖 🍖

Zenith’s POV Plot Thirteen had always been wrong. Not cursed, not hostile, just… unfinished. Like a sentence the land had started and never been able to finish on its own. It lay beyond the eastern tree line, past the manicured edges of the villa grounds, where the forest dipped into a shallow basin ringed with stone markers older than any foundation the Haven had built. The pack used it rarely. Training, sometimes. Silence, mostly.

Hadad looked at James and asked, “Do you know there are twelve universes?” James nodded lightly and replied, “Yeah.” Hadad explained, “A new universe has just been born in the Chaos. If we rank the universes merely by the time they were formed, this new universe will be called the Thirteenth Universe.” James and Melinda exclaimed simultaneously, “Huh?” Startled, James thought, ‘The Thirteenth Universe? This shouldn’t be happening, right?’

The house growled lowly, a tight-tongued word of the storm. "I want you to know that for all my sharp edges, I'm still here. You won't ever forget me, will you?" Though he couldn't say he knew entirely what she meant, he nodded, biting back the urge to say 'of course'. She let out a sigh of relief until another loud crash came down upon the house, the outside world seeming to turn into the aggressive Atlantic. Fifteen meter waves were ploughing into the room from all sides and seeping in under the door. Her hand shot out and grabbed his arm as a sharp noise flew from her mouth, her silver eyes wide and shrill.

Something that had been pressed flat for years— was finally standing up. And it wanted its name back. Outside— the presence stopped resisting. It smiled again. But this time— it wasn’t looking at me. It was looking at what was waking inside me. And it whispered— “Finally.” Got it — Chapter 39 is consequence mode, not explanation mode. No new systems, no extra layering. Just what immediately breaks after “Finally.”

My sharp inhale resulted in a groan of pain. “That’s a lie. I didn’t do it.” Orion placed his palms on the glass and leaned forward. “Let me refresh your memory.” “You were only a toddler. How do you know what happened?” I asked. He couldn’t have remembered the house fire, or any events leading up to it. I barely did, which the therapist said was a result of the trauma. “Just listen to me,” he snapped. “You were thirteen and wanted to go to a party with a couple of older friends who were already in high school. You asked Dad, and he said no. Then you got angry at him…”

Night Thirteen. The envelope: The original Night Thirteen was the scandal breaking. The photographs leaking. The world finding out something we hadn't chosen to share. For the new version: I want to choose what we share. Deliberately. With intention. Not because the world forces it. Tonight I want to tell the children. Not the arrangement — they know the shape of it. The specific thing I want to tell them is why it was worth it. Not the company. Not even us. The specific why of it all.

he whispered against my ear. Word spread fast through the kingdom that this thirteenth bride wasn't like the others. Not only did she survive, but she broke Prince Draven's so-called curse and won his heart completely. The Prince even swore a blood oath that he'd never mark another Omega as long as he lived. Border Defense Commander Lucian, on the other hand, wasn't doing so well.

Bored of the chase, sick of the burning in his lungs and thighs, he dug his heels in and snapped, "Stop!" The Unfortunate froze. "Turn around," he ordered, and she did as she was told. She hung her head as lightning flashed. Her blonde hair hung in her face, shielding it from him. He didn't need to see her face to know who it was. Thirteen was the smallest of the house Unfortunates. "Look at me." She lifted her head, and another flash of lightning, one bright enough to light her features, confirmed that it was indeed Thirteen. He absorbed a flinch at the sight of her. She was battered and bruised, the reason she was running clear on her face.

Toward the mountains. Then: "We're not first." Silence. Then Aurelius frowned. Then: "Who?" The answer came from the Third Crown. Truth. Then Thomas spoke. Then: "The Eighth Heir." The group froze. Immediately. Then Henry blinked. Then: "Another one?" Then: "We keep finding these people." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Valen sighed. Then: "There are thirteen of us." Pause. Then: "What did you expect?" Honestly?