Unhinged Onley James Novels & Stories

They remained loyal, their trust in Petal unshakable. Fine, I thought. If they wouldn’t help me, I’d take matters into my own hands. It didn’t take long to find Hansel. The boy was small, with dark hair that curled at the edges and eyes that mirrored Ansel’s. He was playing near the edge of the Black Blemish camp, blissfully unaware of the storm about to engulf him. I watched from the shadows, my heart racing. This child was the key to everything. If I could use him to threaten Petal, I could force her to cut ties with Ansel.

The man who had vanished years ago and only ever existed in whispers — the kind of whispers people were afraid to finish. Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed. What makes him think I’ll ever agree to partner with him? The reply came faster than she expected. What do you mean? She exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling in her chest. I’m the current owner of Sinclair Holdings, Alessandro. He can’t do anything without my approval. And there’s no way I’ll ever partner with my hater — someone who swore to destroy me and everything connected to my father. For a moment, the typing bubble disappeared. Then it reappeared. Then stopped again.

It was just… empty. I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of losing. My mom knocked softly on the door again. “Mace? Do you want me to make you tea after all?” I took a shaky breath. “Maybe later.” “Okay. I’ll leave you to rest.” When she left, I finally picked up my phone again. Just to turn it off. But before I could, a notification flashed across the screen. New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.”

He looks exhausted, his eyes were red like he'd been crying or close to it. "Hey," she said. "Hey." He pulled her inside, held her like she was the only solid thing in a collapsing world. "I'm not ready for this." "Me neither." They stood in his entryway, holding each other, gathering courage, neither felt. Finally, he pulled back. "I should tell you—Dr. Hayes called about Raven. "I know. He told me." "Good; At least that's one problem solved." Nelson's laugh was hollow. "Now we just have to survive telling your father that his best friend is sleeping with his daughter. Simple."

I sat at the far end of the counter, ordered a whiskey neat, and stared at the glass like it held answers. I was on my third drink when I felt someone sit down on the stool beside me. I didn’t look over at first. Then a low, familiar voice spoke. “Elena.” I turned my head. Adrian Wolfe was sitting next to me. Noah’s older brother. The estranged one. The one Noah rarely talked about because they hadn’t spoken in almost two years. The one who ran his own company and apparently had no interest in playing nice with his family. He looked exactly like I remembered — tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jaw, dark hair, and those cold, assessing eyes that always made me feel like he could see straight thro

It's just that the right woman has not yet appeared in my vision of sight, which I'm sincerely glad since I still want to spend my bachelor life to the fullest. "Hey man, how was your date last night?" That's Mike, my friend and his family and my family have been business partners for a long time. Well, if only Mike was a woman, maybe our parents would have already arranged for us to marry. But luckily he's a man and he is an only child.

Lexi and Justin cried, and got mad, was confused, then finally they both said, "What's the plan?" I spoke. "Well, the plan is still in the process of being made. This is just so big. But everything inside me is saying to break the chains I put on myself, all them years ago. I just want you to know, if I break my chains, the chains my grandma put up could, and most likely will, break also. The problem with that is I don't know why my grandma put them up when I was born. So, I don't know what I would be releasing. I might be different. I might not be me at all, I don't know. I will need your guys help to break my chains though, my kids, my husband, my friends, and we might be able to hold ever

I kneeled at the coffee table and started doing my equations. After the old king died and his son, my betroth officially become a king, things get so much better for werewolves, he allows my species to study or work and even live in human society. And now, there are other werewolf children in this town, including Alpha and luna; my parents. But I refused to live with them, I only have one family, this. Father Ragnar is my father, and Giovanni is my brother. Simon, Robert, and other spies are my uncles. They all love me, and I love them all.

The main reason up to why I picked this as my major, hoping for once to make a difference in someone's life. Alex nodded, "I want to help him too, Natalie, I am trying, you have no idea how hard I am trying," His throat bobbed and from the look in his eyes only I understood that Nikolas had done some real damage to him, but the crazy thing is, he's here, he's still here by his side, "But the problem is that Nikolas doesn't believe that he can be helped, he had given up on himself, and now he is on a suicidal mission to get rid of his father, thinking that's the only reason he's still alive."

“Add the men as well. Coz I don’t mind eating trashy food, as long as my eyes are well-fed by Sean.” The naked youth was left stunned. How come he’d never seen this side of his classmates before? “Yo, what are you hiding? Take your hands off. Let us appreciate the work of art below your waist,” said one of the female students, Anita Jameson. She used to be one of the quietest females in class. Why was she like this? Sean helplessly looked towards the teacher, his lips opening and moving, but no words came out. His eyes, however, did the pleading.