Unfathomable Senior Novels & Stories

He walked over and handed her a glass of champagne. Yvette shook her head. “I just thought that it felt strange. A year ago, I was trapped on that rainy night. I was trapped in a love that would never be returned. Now, my work is on the international stage.” “That’s life.” Jett leaned against the railing. “Sometimes things feel impossible to heal. But those cracks let the light in.” He paused and took a small velvet box from his pocket.

She told me my powers were cursed, and if the Alpha ever discovered that I was a descendant of the long-lost Moonclaw bloodline, my fate would be sealed—I’d be executed without hesitation. My mother devoted her entire life to shielding me from the outside world, hiding my powers from everyone. No one knew about my abilities except for my parents. So how does Uncle Garrick know? The pack’s soldiers came to drag me out of the house, their rough hands gripping my arms. I screamed, begged, and cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. Just as they were about to hang me, Uncle Garrick suddenly stepped forward. “But she’s a healer, Alpha!” Garrick declared.

"Comin' down mom." "What'ya cooking'?" As I am captivated by the smell as I went towards the kitchen "Smells delicious!" "We're having your favorite sis, Beef Steak!" That was my little brother, yes, I am an older sibling. I'm still young and forever will be, don't judge me! He's a sophomore in our school as well, we don't go home at the same time, because our dismissal is different from one another. "That's great, I'm starving"

“Don't ever say that, Alexey. You don't know your worth because someone treated you like trash and right now, you're the only one who can treat yourself better.” My eyes got swollen with tears and my fear was filled with fear that this was just a dream or a reality that won't last. “This will last forever..... You and me.” He said as though he heard my thoughts. “You and I?” My head tilted to the side, showing my state of confusion. “Didn't you feel it?” His words made Alpha Danes's words echo in my head like it just happened yesterday. “Did you feel that? That mate bond?” “Feel what, Alpha?” My face void of any emotion, I looked at him.

In the face that's probably why we are such great friends. Over the last ten years whenever I see my parents I get the same lectures as when I was still a teenager. Now thirty and holding down a good job as a planner for an events organizing company, I'm still seen by them as the teen dropout who can never do anything right. By this point though, I'm past caring about their opinions. They have one perfect daughter to be proud of, I'm fine with being who I am these days.

I tried the flaterry route if all else fails pander to his ego, "You've been incredibly generous with your extentions, and as I said I would have your money tomorrow." "Generous," he scoffed, "When have I ever been associated with generosity," I was digging my own grave. Of course, a man like him would take being generous as an insult. I had completely forgotten that men like Warren Astor were a different breed, their humanity had been stripped from them the moment they were born, not just with a silver spoon in their mouth but an entire set of cutlery. "Never, you've never been sir." There was a glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes, he seemed more relaxed, the tension in his jaw had s

Seraphina rolled her eyes, her teenage rebellion in full force. "But Uncle, it's sooo boring! I'll just be a burden, and everyone will stare at me like I'm some spoiled rich kid." Mace didn't mince words, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seraphina, you are a spoiled rich kid, and that's exactly why you need to be there. This is a family duty, and I won't have you embarrassing me by playing the lazy teenager card." Seraphina huffed, clearly frustrated with her uncle's unyielding stance.

The kind that said I’m not offended, please don’t feel awkward, everything is fine, I promise I’m not crying inside. But maybe I was… “I don’t know,” I said lightly. “When I meet the right person, I suppose.” Polite. Acceptable. Non-confrontational. My aunt nodded, satisfied, but only temporarily. These questions were never one-and-done. They came in layers, like an onion of judgment. “Well,” she added, “you’re not getting any younger, love.” Ah. There it was. The follow-up punch.

"It's getting more and more disrespectful to this uncle of yours!" "Listen carefully, dear Mr. Fernandes, I have come here only to carry out my mission, not to hear your useless chatter, you should only tell stories to small children, or to your baby which you sow in every woman's womb. what you tainted!" brakk...the middle-aged man pounded the table with a bang, he always got emotional when he faced Frederick Dominic's daughter. It was very different from Alex, Cally's brother who always had a relaxed demeanor. "This, immediately get out of my room, you impudent nephew, don't know how lucky you are!" cried Mr.Fernandes, handing Cally his ID.

["Did you give Gonzalo the copy of your sex video with Avi?" "What?" ["It's all over the news, dumb-ass!"] "What the fuck are you talking about, Philip?!" ["I told you, open the television, and you'll see what I am fucking talking about, man!"] I no longer answered Philip, and I immediately reached for the TV remote on the side table. "Fuck!" "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?" ["You now saw it? You are a fucked up jerk, Primo! My father was so angry, right now."]