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“You don't understand, this event had already happened in the past believe me or not it is a sign that something worst will happen. “ She understands their worries, and she as well felt uneasy but she doesn't panic since she’s not involved in a fraternity. At the same time, she felt weird that they were too afraid about the incident when it clearly says that it’s about fraternity fights that unluckily turn into murder. “Even me who’s old I still fear that kind of incident, I still have children who are studying and I'm the only one supporting them so it's scary to be reassured during this time. Especially you, you’re a girl I always see you going out alone often at night as much as I want a

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

"What if you're correct, Dad? What if our connection is nothing more than complex trauma bonding? "After that, you'll determine that and take the proper actions. But what if you're mistaken, Grace? What if you're doubting something because you're scared to believe your own instincts? "I don't know how to tell the difference." "Then maybe it's time to find out." Richard gave her a big envelope as they were about to depart. "This is my book's initial draft, prior to the publisher's revisions. You should read it, please. Everything. After that, you should

I turned to face Uncle Steven, seeing tears welling in the corner of his eyes. “Let me help you up, kiddo,” he said, stretching his arm out to me. I held onto him and slowly got to my feet, my legs wobbly and unstable like a baby learning how to walk. He guided me to an armchair, and I sunk into it, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground. My focus narrowed to the old rug beneath my feet, an attempt to tether myself to reality and brace myself against the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me and pull me under.

At least Graham was here with me, he seemed to be the only one apart from me who did not have a stick up his ass. We were in the pack house conference room and my mind could not stop going back to what Kennedie was doing back at home. That girl had a tendency of always s attracting danger to herself… stubborn with that fucking smart mouth of hers. “Alpha” I snapped back to reality…. That girl, she was making me not to be able to think straight, almost like she consumed my entire being. I looked up, there was Graham that sat beside me and Mora with her glasses that was two sizes bigger than her face, then Kaden and Elise… those fucking insufferable twins.

“It feels like… like someone’s watching us. In the room. Right now.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Watching us? Babe, you live alone. The only other person here is me.” He gestured around the empty apartment — bookshelves overflowing with mythology texts, my cozy reading nook by the window, the rain-streaked glass. “You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?”

Even Ben became quiet and withdrawn, as though he were carrying an unbearable burden. I felt as though the whole world was against us, refusing to let us live in peace for even a single day. When I would feel mentally and emotionally exhausted, I would often wonder—what exactly was the secret that Edith had left behind? It turned out I wasn't the only one with that question, especially after the neighbors shared this incident online.

The sun felt good on my skin. As we walked, I thought about us. The more time I spent with Zane, the more I realized we were alike in one important way. We had both grown up alone. I was alone in my attic, hidden from the world. Zane was alone as Alpha, with the weight of an entire pack on his shoulders. Everyone watched him, judged his every move. I couldn’t imagine that pressure. I just hoped he knew that he wasn’t alone anymore. Not really. I was here. I wasn't going anywhere.

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

the ground where he'll be, together you'll win ___ I glance at the book in my hands, knowing fully well I am not reading anything, and it's one of my favorite. I stare round the park, and see it's crowded and bursting with life, and no one notices me, all caught up in their own lives, and I don't know if that's beautiful or selfish. I have this insane need to be alone, I want to run from here, not to New Orleans, somewhere far away where no one knows me, where I can be whoever, and they's be no strange women ranting prophecies, then disappearing.