Too Inquisitive Novels & Stories

His father nodded 5o him. Vishal cleared his throat and walked towards a white board that had a map of the whole area projected on it. The map contained all the Pack's in the country and the land they all held. He picked up the pointer and zoomed out the picture to the area where the Black Moon pack was located. "Here's the Black Moon's territory and if I'm very correct, they have hills and dangerous cliffs to their advantage and that's probably why they feel they are untouchable.

“Who is that?” With the words that turn into a question, the gang is in shock as Ian jaw’s drops and the entirety of them are in the ultimate question of ‘who’. Yet, to the scheming and quick thinking of Andrea by who is the front line of everything, knowing and deliberately dragging the fish using its very gang. She smiles cunningly as Clay’s face is hinting the unprecedented emotion. “Oh, this will be exciting.” “A bit cuter than this and I’ll become your slave.” ----- Anonymous -----

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

Hi, intruder. A shiver runs down my spine. Yesterday, when I left, I realised I hadn't given him my number, and it stung. Seeing him again would have taken extra effort, too much risk. And I'd already used up my yearly quota of recklessness. I hadn't been thinking with my brain. So how did he get my number? I type back. How did you get my number, mystery man? Then I wait. Let's just say mystery man has his ways.

Ishtiyaq leaned in, his own voice a blade. “And don’t make me forget that blood doesn’t excuse cruelty.” The air between them was electric, suffocating. Timtim, trembling, clutched the blazer tighter and whispered, “Please… stop.” But the men didn’t move. Across the room, Farhad Qureshi leaned forward in his chair, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. His lips curved into that same slow, wicked smile as he murmured to himself, “Ah… perfect. The cracks are already there. Now all I need is to press, and the empire will collapse on its own.”

The pack gasped. “So Lena do you still doubt ??” G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G G

“What’s the difference?” Qeiza shrugged. She no longer wanted to extend the endless chatter. The wrong one, she could be provoked to reveal something she wanted to keep in secret. Chin Hwa wasn’t an idiot who could be easily fooled. Since at the college, Chin Hwa was known as a figure who was very sensitive to what’s happening around him. “Ah, today was extremely tiring,” Qeiza complained, deliberately made a helpless and half sleepy face. “May I go to bed first?”

"Dad, can you hear me?" nothing "Mom, please answer, mom, are you ok?" Ocean, are you getting anything?" Acre mind linked from the next room, "No, you?" "No, I'm really worried, what if they're...?" "They are alive, we would have felt it if they weren't" "I guess, what do you think of Shannon?" "Well, she seems genuine... but let's not forget she betrayed the pack once before" "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing". A light tapping on the bedroom door got my attention so I got up to answer it,

Listening harder, I tried to determine if the creature had stopped to eat or if it had sensed danger in the area. A few moments later, there still was not a sound. The creature was alert. I inhaled through my nostrils to get a better picture of what it could be. It was a young doe, about five years old. I could picture her in my mind; she was large, yet lean for her age. My mouth watered as I thought about her standing there so very close. She was alert and cautious, but alone. Determining whether she should run or just stay statuesque until the danger had lifted.