Unsent Novels & Stories

a vampire, whom he sensed was Lukas, greeted in an extremely weird language. "Ru kurzewa luc ya fi. Gor kema Flixus. Cari oxi weid volix drax blű favorix. Lokes gan la nus blű?" Flixus asked raising an eyebrow. "Whoops! Great communication system you've got there Lukas and Flixus. Great!" Mario said, applauding and then continued, "Lukas is greeting you Nick. He said: 'Hey! How are you? My name is Lukas.'

I drafted a new email, pouring everything into it, the vision for Cristainternational and then I sent it. A moment later, a notification popped up. Message not delivered.

It was brutal, yet beautiful under the sun. When he saw me, he placed the newspaper down and pointed to the seat opposite him. "Come have a seat." He showed me a document. "These are route maps and contact codes for the cargo. I hate this flowery underworld slang. You translate." Even if he was testing me, he did it openly. I picked up the document and scanned through it professionally, taking notes with a pencil. Ten minutes later, I handed him the corrected proposal. "The third port contact is wrong. That code format is from ten years ago. Nobody in Cecile Island uses it anymore. This is a trap."

I looked at him and he nodded. "Wonderful. Paul?" I said and smiled. Although I didn't ask, I was sure he got every command, that was power. "Understood, Ma'am," The Manager replied, bowing slightly. "Alright then. I had an,... eventful evening. Gentlemen? Ladies?" I said to the audience that never stopped watching before leaving the restaurant. This was going to make the news tomorrow. "Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single."

The pack waited with bated breath, and Ethan couldn't help but won der if this surprise visitor was a sign of good news or bad news.

He looked at the message for a long time. I wondered how long it would take. Seven words. No punctuation at the end. No exclamation mark, no question mark, nothing that softened or inflected or indicated how she meant it. Just the words themselves sitting on his screen with the patient weight of something that had been waiting fifteen years to be said and had finally found its moment. He put the phone down. Picked it up. Put it down again. He had sent the email. He had typed it and deleted it and typed it again and then sent it before he could talk himself out of it and now she had responded in under four hours with seven words that told him nothing and everything simultaneously.

Did she just call me their Luna? A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t meant to be here. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and raw. “I’m not your Luna,” I rasped, forcing the words out. The old woman’s sharp gaze flicked over me with something between pity and disapproval. “That’s not for you to decide, child.” Her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Before I could protest again, she sighed and moved toward a side door, pushing it open. “The bath is warm. You stink of sweat and filth. Wash yourself before the Alpha returns.”

I said, and she nodded. Mason stopped pacing about the place and sat next to her, which made her move closer to me, leaving her sandwiched in the middle. I looked at her phone screen, and she was still looking at the form. "There is a section that shows the slots available and the number of people that have signed up. " She said, and that piqued my interest, and so did it pique Mason's interest because we both leaned close to look at her phone screen. I was shocked at the number of wolves that had signed up already. Over a thousand, and it was still counting.

And there, on W******p, a new message notification from an unsaved number. Three messages. My breath caught. I stared at the preview. Hi. It’s Kael.

There’s no way Prince can lie and pretend like what we have is nothing. This will show everyone exactly who he is. It’ll show exactly who we are. Done. There’s no cancellation from this point forward. No communication at all. Here are the payment details. I send the payment, watching as the status changes to Sent. Moments later, the message shows Undelivered. There’s no going back now. It’s done.