Thirteen Synopsis Novels & Stories

I swallow nervously and then ask softly, “Would you be able to take me there and introduce me?” “Of course. My diary is free for another hour, so I can take you now, if that suits?” Knowing that there is no time like the present, I nod before gathering up my bags and following Mr Thompson out. The journey is quick, too quick, really, to give me a chance to calm my nerves, and by the time I am standing outside the shop entrance, I feel like a quivering wreck. Sensing turmoil, Mr Thompson squeezes my shoulder and reassures me that no one bites, the humour in his voice helping me to relax a fraction.

Chapter Thirteen💕 Perry and Temi snuck in and out of their sinuses air as they slept like log of woods on the couches in the Adekan's sitting room. Although it can hardly be called Mr. and Mrs. Adekan's sitting room as Rolape and Temi's energy is what bosses the house. That could have been the excuse for Temi dreaming about Sariana and Jojo. Or he was particularly missing his sister. He allowed it, he allowed the dream for subconscious reasons he couldn't identify, he probably wished he could beat the duo to stupor, it's time, it's so time to end their career of torture!

I ask looking between the besties. “Oh, honey Nico is in his late thirties looks like fucking adonis and has a body that I would pay to lick his sweat off of” Sran says fanning himself off dramatically. “So, we send my bestie to the unknown with a demigod who’s most likely packing a fucking anaconda in his pants did I get that right?” I ask with a small smirk, feeling both bad for my stepsons and sort of glad for my bestie.

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

So, the signs were ignored and now we were up shit-creek without a paddle. "Envision it wrapping around your bones. Feel it settle into your blood. Breathe through the heat. Let it become one with you." I carried on, still keenly aware of Harland's eyes on me. He must have known where the words came from. That he had said them to me when I needed him the most. I was thirteen and scared shitless. But he was there in the same way I was here for Ulrich. "Don't be afraid of it. Wrap a gentle palm around it and bring it towards you. Pull it softly. Slowly. Let it become part of your soul."

Claire's gaze dropped, and when she saw our intertwined fingers, her eyes widened. "Nathan, who is she?" I didn't answer. Fiona stepped forward and confronted her directly. "I'm his wife. What exactly are you yelling about here?" Claire's entire body stiffened. It was as though she'd been struck by lightning. She tried to rush toward me, but Fiona blocked her path. Claire's body tensed up, then she swung her hand toward Fiona. "You stole my man! I'll kill you!" The slap landed squarely across Fiona's face. Then Fiona let out a cold laugh and lunged forward like a lioness, the two women instantly devolving into a physical brawl.

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.

He was thirteen now and taller than he had been in the Crestfall holding room and he moved with the ease of someone who had stopped waiting for the ground to disappear beneath him and had decided it was solid. He looked up at the balcony. He saw me and waved with the casualness of someone who saw the person he was waving at every day and was waving because he wanted to, not because it was required. I waved back. Thorian's arms were warm around me and the alliance building was lit up on the eastern edge of the territory and somewhere in the pack house Soren and Nadia were probably already in the hospital wing starting the day's work and Cole and Eliana were two hours away in the mountains and

“And they gave me a preview of what it would feel like to lose you three…” The three shared a look before Zion reached out, his arms wrapping snug around her form. His warmth was so familiar now, something she did not want to go without, and she felt even more determined to remain by his side. By all their sides. Gunther’s slightly callused hands wrapped around hers, and Silas kept stroking her head, slowly calming her racing heart. The God said she needed to accept this world, and though her brain had not, her heart already had. Catherine’s love for the three men surpassed anything she ever experienced on Earth. A sigh parted her lips, and she leaned further against Zion’s broad chest.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?