Tricksters Book Novels & Stories

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

"Fine! Yes! I used them to try and force you back. I lied to all of them—the sickness is a lie, the meds are a lie, the vomiting blood and fainting? All a stunt! All of it is fake!" Trista caught sight of several silhouettes approaching behind him. Her expression turned to stone as she addressed the people who had just frozen in their tracks. "Did you all hear that? He said it himself. He's a fraud. There's nothing wrong with him!" With that, Trista pulled her pheromones inward, creating a void of dead silence around her. She didn't spare him another glance, her boots clicking sharply against the cold tile as she vanished into the night like a dissipating mist.

The instant his lips touched my skin, my brow tightened and a wave of nausea rolled through me. After Xander left, I gathered up everything he had ever given me, including the necklace I had treasured like a piece of my heart and the ring from tonight, and stuffed all of it into one big trash bag. I dragged the bag into the yard and set it on fire. A gust of wind flipped open the 999 love letters I had written him, page after page after page. Every stroke of ink in those letters carried my love for him. Now that love rose into the night sky as ash.

“For your information, I had intentionally stepped into your room soon as I saw Boss Greg coming out of the building early in the morning. You were sleeping, and I wanted to devour you so badly right in the bed, but I knew my co-workers could catch us, so I came up with a plan. I left your room’s door open so you could get out and for you to think you could escape. And now, look, everything’s going well with it. Impressing, right, babe?” She couldn’t almost believe it. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t realized this was all bait, and without being any aware of it, she bit it and went with it. Consequently, as of the moment, this is the result of her not thinking straightly first before making

“Because it’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re just using Grace as your like fuck toy! Just like her brother is using me! You’re all the same! All men are the bloody same! You only know how to use us! You’ll be done with her soon and then she’ll be left all alone on the road while you get yourself a new fuck to-“ But before I could finish that sentence, my legs gave out from under me and I fell back on the floor, my vision going black almost instantly. Daniel’s P.O.V: “So?” I asked Dr. Truscott as he came out of the room, closing it softly behind him. He was the person I trusted the most about my secrets and from the outburst Kendra had before passing out, I was sure he was the right person to ca

Males dominating the world? "Then you do what you males command you because I wasn't raised to follow men like a puppet," What the hell is wrong with these people? Do they have their brain on their knees? Can they be any stupider than this? "You are an attention-seeker whore. First, you trapped Ivan, then James, now your victimizing yourself," Kiki screeched. I was really sick and tired of this. "Victimizing? I think you don't know the meaning of it," I gazed at her with equal hatred.

"Open it and find out." I lifted the lid. Inside was a necklace — a fang, strung on a delicate chain. Something about it was familiar. And then it all came rushing back. I had been very young. My father had taken me to a distant pack for a diplomatic visit, and I had wandered off into a garden to play. A group of young wolves had cornered me, shoving and snapping. Out of nowhere, a pup threw himself between us, fighting them off all by himself. He chased them away, but in the struggle, one of his teeth was knocked out.

But ghosts know how to haunt. It wasn't easy getting access to the chamber that held the book—so many locks, and traps—but one of the benefits I got from being with Thane—even though it was only temporary and ended with nothing but pain—was that I knew a few things others didn't. My hands trembled as I lifted the book, its cover worn, symbols etched deep into the leather. It thrummed beneath my fingertips—alive. I barely made it past the border before they caught me. Thane’s warriors.

he said with a smirk on his face. Immediately Tristan began to relieve in his mind the memory of their fight together and the strange connection between them and what they had shared afterwards. And now strangely, this dream. The vision of a child, his jaw tightened. He turned away from Maddox, moving toward the worn trunk at the edge of the room. He flipped it open, searching through the old books and scraps of information he had collected over the years and then he found it. A leather-bound text, old and frayed at the edges. Maddox frowned. “What’s that?” Tristan didn’t answer.

"Ibang klase ka talaga. Hindi ko alam kung masestress ako sa'yo o mabibilib eh." "Mabilib ka na lang. After all, nakabuti naman para sa lahat ang nangyari. After we stole the tiara, the buyer made a ruckus about it being fake... just the way I wanted it. That issue triggered everything. Remember the black book Baron stole? Laman nun ang lahat ng contacts at schedule ng mga transaksyon ni Alfred. That's a very decisive evidence. Ang black book na 'yun ang magiging susi para mas makapasok ang mga otoridad sa madilim na mundong ginagalawan ng mga gagong 'yun, kasali na ang mga ginagawa nilang pagnanakaw nina Ortega.