Three Body Problem Second Book Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

She threw me on the bed, tearing my pants away from my erection before ripping off her own hindrances and mounting me, her blood serving as the lubricant as she lunged and lunged against my ambivalent body until I thought both of us would come apart, spilling our mysteries all over the laboratory and unto God himself to judge. But if God was watching from the chair reserved for Him, He offered no indication of it as the third twin’s eyes dissolved to a murky taupe and she, the both of them let me in: in upon those reaches where no mortal dared tread; where the only passage was that of the shadow that stretched elephantine across the wastes.

before plopping onto the couch, bringing me along with him. Once we are comfortable, I finally notice the others. The overwhelming emotions that bombarded me are waning, ebbing and flowing like ocean waves. Andrew and Theo, the beta’s sit together at the end of the couch. Alpha Damon and Alpha Elle sit on another. Accompanying Camilla are three others who have yet to be introduced. They stand alert, and prepared for anything reminding me of well-trained council warriors. It doesn’t escape my notice that three people are missing from our little group. Matt, Charity, and Fletcher are mysteriously missing. Odd.

Three. I intake air before jumping on them hitting the first man on the head with the back of my gun. I grab his body to make a shield from the other two who relentlessly waste their bullets on their friend. A bullet grazed through my shoulder, making me curse under my breath. A few moments later, I felt the warm roll of blood on my biceps. When I heard the empty clicks of their guns, I took the moment of pause to throw the dead body aside. And I give them each one a bullet to the head. Then there was a moment of peace.

If this is what the prophecy meant by how the wolf will thrive, then this is looking like a pretty great life. ********************************************************** Author’s Note That’s a wrap on the Moon Series. I hope you have all loved my story as much as I have. Please visit my socials, Kay Pearson Author, if you want to ask me any questions and for sneak peeks into new projects. Stay tuned for the spin of story, Smith. For your chance to dive into the depths of everybody's favourite best friend, get to know his dark side and the sadness that he keeps hidden from the rest of his family.

I feel frustrated. When I told Director Yearwood about the pit, she denied such a place existing on the island. I don’t know what that means. I saw it. Anderson saw it. Abigail saw it. It feels that no matter which way I turn, I’m hitting a dead end, almost as if Rachel is boxing me in. I’m still struggling to control myself, my teeth a little too uncomfortable in my mouth, and this strange red haze lingering before me. “Taylor?” The familiar voice has me looking up to see Dr. Brown approaching me from the side.

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END OF BOOK TWO —Book threes title is Escaping The Devil. You can find it on my profile now! Thank you for reading the series. KL x

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

But is Chika not fully bound to the supreme warlord? The moment our three units cross the threshold of the medical infirmary, the space is completely empty of active staff. I drop my weight onto the steel examination table, waiting for a medic to analyze the swelling in my joints. Suddenly, my personal data pad vibrates with a high-priority alert; the text files indicate that additional packs of paparazzi are actively attempting to breach the subterranean gates after intercepting leak reports that Chika Whitmore and Ronan Blackwell were behaving intimately inside the lower compound.