Twelve By Twelve Book Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

"The manuscript contains details about the twelve individuals and their powers." As they pored over the words, a vivid picture began to emerge. The twelve were not only formidable adversaries but also a diverse group with an array of extraordinary abilities. The names and powers of the twelve were etched into their minds, solidifying their understanding of the threat that loomed over their pack. Claire's eyes widened as she read aloud, "We have Shadowmaster, the master of darkness, capable of manipulating shadows to conceal his presence and create an impenetrable cloak of obscurity."

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

“Had. Mostly symbolic. They were supposed to ‘advise the throne’ and ‘represent the noble houses.’ In practice, they argue about taxes and seating charts.” “Sounds thrilling.” “They also think they own me,” he added grimly. I smiled. “That’s cute.” “It’s dangerous,” he corrected. The Council of Twelve met in the grand hall — a room so drenched in sunlight I wanted to hiss. Gold filigree crawled over the walls, and a mosaic of the old Moon Goddess sat cracked in the ceiling, half-erased by centuries of arrogance. Lumi perched beside me on a chair far too big for her, swinging her legs and glaring at anyone who looked twice.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

"You're not asking me if it will be okay. You're asking me to say it out loud so you can hear it." I looked at him for a moment. "Yes," I said. "It will be okay. Either way." "Either way," I agreed. He pressed his mouth to my hair. The Thursday afternoon moved around us and the fire did its work and outside the last days of December were passing one by one. Friday we walked to the bookshop. I had twelve unread books at home. Thirteen, Damien corrected when I said it. I bought two more. He said nothing. Just carried them home for me and put them on the nightstand where the stack had been growing since October.

"He doesn't know how to come in yet, but he's — he's circling." "Yeah." "That's something." "Yeah." Nelson looked out the window at the grey December sky. "It's something." He cleared the plates. She washed them — without being asked, just stood up and went to the sink like it was already, like they'd already learned the small choreography of sharing a kitchen. He stood beside her and dried. Outside, the snow had stopped falling. The street was white and quiet. The community centre murals were half-hidden under frost — those painted hands reaching for stars, temporarily obscured, still reaching.

Twelve years of history, wiped clean. I signed the Pack Severance Pact. Didn't hesitate for a second. At the entrance of the Pack Hall, Callum blocked my path. His jaw was clenched so tight it could've been cast from iron, teeth grinding audibly. "Sera, you're going to regret this." I walked into the rain with a single bag on my back. Everything I owned after twelve years in Blackridge Pack fit inside — a few changes of clothes, and a secret I never got the chance to tell him.

Leonard was wearing a long coat that reached his knees. He looked at me with a half-smile. I was terrified that he would come inside and wake up Garrett, so I quickly pushed him out the door, but then he pulled me into his arms. "Please stop. My husband is still inside." I struggled against him, but the next moment, I felt something pressing against my lower stomach. I looked down instinctively and realized that under his coat, Leonard was wearing nothing at all. That part of him which had brought me so much pleasure was now pressing right against me.

I'd always felt the pull, that invisible thread tugging at my core, but tonight it burned, a fire low in my belly that made my thighs clench. The twins stood at the head of the room, Alphas Xavier and Kale, identical in their towering frames, broad shoulders straining against black shirts that clung to every ridge of muscle. Their eyes stormy gray, piercing locked onto me the moment I entered. Xavier's lips curled into a smirk, his dark hair tousled as if he'd just run his hands through it in frustration. Kale, more intense, his jaw set like carved stone, scanned me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I felt exposed, stripped bare without a