Uncharted Waters Book Novels & Stories

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

Like it or not, they are tangled together in a web of deceit, danger and desire that will either lead to their downfall or might just be their saving grace. I will give an update here when it becomes available! All the best, Cara Update: Book 2 A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas is up now on the GN App!!

I know it's not the best gift, but given our friendship, I hope you don't mind. I had thought long and hard about it, and I decided I didn't want to be buried with my parents and Fred. I couldn't face them. I didn't like the cold, damp ground either—I much preferred the warm, green forests of the mountains. Before I left, I glanced back at Keith's trembling figure in the kitchen. He was still such a soft-hearted crybaby. I stepped out of his apartment complex and into the bustling streets. The freezing winds and dark clouds seemed to have passed, and the warm sunlight felt soothing on my skin.

When I stood up again, I scooped some water from the ocean and threw it at him. "You won't like the end of this" He yelled abd tried to run away while I continued chasing him. Soon he turned and I saw the water splashing on me. "You dare!" I tried to pour back but he held me back. It was a while, But I felt so much better. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time. I felt like it was the Calm before a Storm

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Not the ballet dance Pearl had learned as a child with Cherryl and Katty as sisters? Her head hurt like she'd been hit by a bus. She knew there was something important she was missing. "It’s here," her phone message had said. "And if you liked the book you bought, you’re going to love the rest of it." Someone messaged her. Who the heck was it? Like it? Hell, she’d spent the past four days staring at the framed woodcut of a dark, eerie forest of gnarled and twisted trees, with just a hint of eyes in the shadows of the book cover. More, she had dreamed about the image... and others like it.

My day job at the university library paid the bills, but it was these rare books that kept me alive. I set the package on my wide oak worktable in the living room, the one cluttered with notebooks, highlighters, and half-translated scrolls. The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of my small but cozy apartment. I should have opened it immediately. Instead, I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, changed into soft black lounge shorts and an oversized sweater, and told myself I’d dive in after lunch. I never made it that far.

I left the hotel with a heart so heavy it felt like a lodestone in my chest. The world seemed muted, colors washed to gray, sounds dulled as if I were underwater again but this time, there was no one to pull me to the surface. I walked slowly back to the waiting cab, my steps dragging through the humid afternoon air. The driver's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, his expression shifting from professional neutrality to open pity each time I wiped at the silent tears that wouldn't stop.

She whipped her head around to dart me one last angry glare before disappearing around the corner. ​I shut the door securely behind me when I got back to the suite. I practically ran to the safe, my fingers moving quickly over the dial. I remembered the combination perfectly, and the lock gave a satisfying click before swinging open. ​Reaching inside, I pulled out the three books buried at the back. One was an ancient manuscript, another was a volume on healing potions, and the third was an atlas detailing secret passages to various townships. I flipped through the pages frantically, searching for Waterman Bay, and as if by magic, I found it right in the center of the book.

On the day of our graduation trip, my boyfriend Roman, a mafia heir, and his childhood friend Clara left me stranded on the side of a deserted highway. Their off-road vehicle had been driving for over half an hour before they even noticed the back seat was empty. When Roman called, there was no panic in his voice, only a hint of irritation. "Blair, why didn't you get back in the car?" "Stop messing around. We're rushing to the canyon to catch the sunset. We don't have time to go back and get you." "Figure out a way to hitch a ride here yourself." Through the receiver, Clara's amused voice came through loud and clear. "She's not a three-year-old girl. She can't expect you to wait on he