Unsent Novels & Stories

It was pretty dark under the church, so even if they did find the entrance, they wouldn't be able to see him from the opposite side. Will waited, the unnerving suspense had his muscles tensed the whole time. He kept a close eye on the crack to see if he could tell if any shadows passed by. He didn't see anything, however he did hear a couple of voice, but he didn't understand what they said. One voice was the woman who had shrieked, and the other was a deep gruff voice. They talked for a while, but nothing came of it. Will still didn't take any chances and waited in the hole the entire morning. He figured it was safe around noon and relaxed, he was sweating and tired from the stress. He had

Priyamvada just dismissed the servant and call someone. "Hello, did you send the next clip to him. He should only see what i want him to see.yes send that fractional clip which you made from the original one. Yes you'll get your money soon yes." She cut the call and look at nandini with evil smirk. Nandini was just laying unconscious.

Because I don't remember this pack having one cause the last Alpha didn't bother to have one built. " South of the pack house " she said I sighed knowing I hate to miss my sleep , but I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it from Aunt and Uncle if I didn't " Ok I will try to be there" I hung up the phone . But hanging up I wondered who sent me the text because no one here has my number, just my family, I thought to myself . So I texted back " Who is this ? " *Kane * " Who is this? " is the text I get back from her , knowing she might not want to talk to me if I told it is me . So I decided not to tell her " Just know I will be seeing you in the morning " I texted back .

So stay tune! Lovelots, Author. PS. I'm sorry for late updates, but for now, I can only update once a week due to my busy schedule. But I promise to try my best to update more. Thank you for everyone wo's reading this crap, but I assure you, you won't be disappointed. Thank you!

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It read: "Hey Jules, sorry it's so last minute but it's urgent. Do you by chance know any available desk job vacancies? Highly appreciated. Thank you"

The Key The envelope sat on Arielle's kitchen counter for exactly three hours before she opened it. She knew because she checked the time every fifteen minutes, telling herself she wasn't going to accept, wasn't going to engage. The card inside was simple. Heavy stock. No signature. Dinner. Tonight. You wanted to see me. No location. No time. As if she already knew. She didn't call him. Instead, she texted Daniella: Emergency. Come over after work.

— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD