Unfriended 2014 Novels & Stories

The parking lot was empty at the time. I spotted a group of four boys, two of them were sitting on the hood of a black jeep. While the other two stood around them. They seemed to be enjoying the conversation they were having. I recognised one of them. Jet black hair and brown eyes that brimmed with tears as he threw his head back letting out more laughter. He was the one who was supposed to have been friends with the deceased, and the one who had let him out into the woods in the first place.

On the day she miscarried because her mate chose his ex, Rae's wolf went completely dormant from the trauma. That killed every ounce of love she had left for him. She was done playing his pathetic doormat. No more running his family's empire. No more grilling him about staying out all night. He left her locked in a freezing pack holding cell for nine whole days. Why? To baby-sit his childhood sweetheart through a "full moon panic attack" in a luxury mansion. Rae didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't even bother making a phone call. Then came day ten. Colton finally rolled up in his custom black Cadillac. He looked down at her with those golden wolf eyes, calling her dramatic. Rae just pu

I told them and I put my hands on both my ears as I waited for some rage. And, as I notice that there are no violent reactions from them, I removed my hands and there they go. They shrieked like whales. I'm really gonna throw them out my window. "Aaaaah! Bitch, what the fuck!!! Wow! Damn it! I am so fucking happy for both of you! How in the world is this even happening now? The world is ending, people! This is so amazing! Finally!!!" They let out and I just rested my head on the headrest as I sighed in frustration. Why am I friends with these creatures again? Because I have no other options. But I love them.

Ziva standup instantly as she was not liking the proximity and the way her uncle was touching her, she didn't notice the box even when she entered so she wonders who brought it in the room. "Come here and open it for me" he taps the mattress, Ziva sits beside him somewhat at the edge not wishing to be close, she opened the box to find collar, handcuffs, masks, blindfolds and nipple clamps, she got confused seeing all the stuff, "What is this uncle?" she doubtfully looks at her uncle who was looking at her with lust and gets close to her

Theresa also held a facial expression that showed she also felt the weirdness I felt in the air. All of a sudden, Brent's eyes glowed up, and he began to make weird noises. His bones were also cracking, and he was acting weird. "Brent? Are you okay?" Alpha Diablo asked, looking really concerned about him. "I think you should move away from him." I warned again as I moved a few steps backwards. A scream tore into the air, and it caught our attention. "Help! The undead are alive!" I heard a woman scream in a distance , shouting for help.

*** Over the next few days, the wolf pack remained holed up in their secret base, secluded from the outside world just like they did after the rogues' vicious attack. Byron's injury had dealt a blow to the morale of the pack, and it was evident in their sluggish movements and downcast expressions. Sarah and Byron were both settled in, Sarah wasn't ready to speak yet, and Byron was still in the process of recovery and didn't want to say much. But Jeremy, with his calm and reassuring demeanor, managed to soothe their anxieties and provided a stabilizing presence for the pack. He worked tirelessly with Nancy, ensuring that the pack's operations ran smoothly, while also keeping an eye out for po

I want a mate who looks at me the way those women look at their mates. The next morning, we're driving to another pack that has reportedly bought pups. It's near Topeka, Kansas. Everyone is pretty quiet on the bus, even Martina, who has the ability to make all the men blush like teenagers. Everyone still looks tired, so I'm sure they had a restless night, just like I did after what we did to the Blood Fangs. Torturing even the worst person can weigh on your mind if you're good on the inside.

I lamented with a sigh. Noah frowned and retorted, "After everything you've experienced, you still don't believe in the supernatural?" I fell silent. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. When he looked back at me, his expression was somewhat strained. "What's wrong?" I asked, frowning slightly. He chose his words carefully as he said, "After you told me about Ramona, I asked a friend to keep an eye on the cafeteria owner." "And?" "He's dead," Noah said flatly. "Before he died, he claimed to have seen his mother, who used to run the cafeteria years ago."

*Ellas POV cont.* “My name is Claire, the former Luna. You are in The SilverLake Pack. Your friends Ashley and Austin are here as well. They have been worried about you. You have been in a coma for 2 weeks. I let the doctor know you are awake. You are safe Ella. I hope you can make our pack your home.” Claire said almost pleading.

Mr Whitemere asked softly, disturbed by the noise. Scarlett sighed and answered. “What is it?” she snapped the moment she picked up. “Did you see the video?” Stella asked urgently. “Which video?” Scarlett replied, trying hard not to explode. She was furious at Stella, but she held back. Stella was Adrian’s sister. Her future sister-in-law. “That crippled Elowen is trending online,” Stella said quickly, panic in her voice. “She’s acting in a movie.” “What?!” Scarlett shouted as she sat up straight on the couch, shock flooding her face.