Under Currents A Novel Novels & Stories

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Cars coasted through puddles left by an earlier drizzle, and storefront lights spilled out onto the sidewalks like amber veins. Celeste stepped out of the corner bookstore, her arms full with a new read and a warm drink. Her charm bounced softly at the end of her bag, catching a glint of neon light as she turned down the next block. She kept her head low, her pace casual. The crowd helped her disappear. That was part of why she liked it here—being no one in particular. Across the street, a black car pulled up and slowed to a stop in front of a private entrance only a few knew existed.

My legs shook, but rage kept me upright. ... The packhouse rose before me—timber hall I had chosen beam by beam, believing our pups would grow strong beneath its roof. Now it smelled like a graveyard. I pushed the oak door. Laughter spilled out, warm and obscene. Lysandra curled against Leon's chest on the fur-draped settee. Her swollen, soft human feet rested in his hands as he massaged them with a gentleness I'd never known he possessed. A sound escaped me—half laugh, half wound.

Kael moved sideways fast, the vial tilting, the dark liquid catching the last of the light between the trees, and Tyra opened her mouth to scream and the world cracked open in a flash of white so bright it swallowed everything around her. She felt the ground. She felt the wolf's fur under her fingers. She felt nothing else.

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

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Pushing Anne underneath her as she surrenders is what she has been imagining for some time now. "Ahhh... ahhh... Eland," Anne's sighs intensified as Eland's manhood continued to slip in and out of her womanhood. Sometimes Eland would take it out deliberately to tease the tip of Anne's clitoris with the tip of his manhood. It stroked right on the lips of Anne's womanhood, which actually made her impatient to feel Eland's inside her again. Unfortunately, she had no power to speed up what she wanted. Her hands were tied, her eyes were closed and could only enjoy the darkness, her legs were not easily released by Eland. Only her mouth whispered for Eland to enter her again.

“I’m a *source*.” I stopped fighting the burn. Stopped pulling away from it. Instead, I reached *into* it. Past the oil‑slick layer, the curse had smeared over everything. Down to the raw, bright current underneath. It met me like a river meets the sea. Wild. Dangerous. Absolutely mine. My collar exploded outward in a shower of light. The ropes fell from my wrists, turning to ash before they hit the floor. Kael and Rian staggered back a step, not from rejection, but from the surge that rolled out from my skin.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.