Unwind Novel Novels & Stories

It's really annoying, with so many things I can forget why my book is still there. At 11pm, after eating dinner I went up to my room again. I still can't move on from the book I left behind. My Mom noticed earlier that I looked sad so I told her the reason and she said that I shouldn't be sad because she will buy me a new one. But how? Based on the publishing company announcement there will be no second batch for that book. Haysst. It’s really annoying.

I nibbled on my lip working on my fight or flight response. Fight. Tell him we had nothing to talk about and he should leave me alone. That what happened at the club was a taboo and should never be repeated again. Flight. There was only one way of achieving that. So I did what I did on our wedding day, I ran.

She stopped the song and opened a reading and writing app on her phone. All of the books she wrote there were all inspired by Tayo but she didn’t know if she could continue writing the books. She checked the poetry, it was already having many reads. The only person she wanted to show the books wasn't there anymore, he took all the inspiration to write with him. She decided to delete the books which she did in less than two minutes, then she uninstalled the app. "There's no more Tayo, Wunmi.” She reminded herself as she was having second thoughts on deleting the book. *I damn hate this feeling, why did I ever allow myself to love a guy?* She thought to herself as she kept her phone in her sch

“No one survives getting caught in a tornado.” She gave me a flat look. “It’s a novela Alex. Anything can happen. Even people come back from the dead.” I bit back a laugh, raising my hands. “Alright. Let’s see what impossible thing happens next.” The episode played, but my attention drifted. What used to be easy, touch, closeness, sex, now felt like walking a tightrope. I’m holding back by a thread. One more night like this, and I’ll break. There’s only so many cold showers a man can take.

We were about entering the woods and with the intel he'd given me, there was no way we'd get to the house without the guards catching us or to be more precise, him. Unlike wolves, our scents didn't stand out, another perk of being an Unnatural. Our scents were harder to fish out and it'd take someone with senses as sharp as Aiden's to catch us. Another reason why he'd probably never suspected that I wasn't a normal werewolf. You can't stop thinking about him for one minute, can you? "I'm not letting you carry me on your back, broccoli." He grumbled and when he saw me taking off my clothes, completely ignoring him, he sighed and looked away.

“It does, you are mature enough for the details that I would, normally, take out.” “I was always different than my sisters.” “There is nothing strange about that, I was different than my brother.” “In what way, you were different?” “I was always headstrong and impatient, while he was the opposite.” “Where does the story start?” “Like every other story, naturally, this one starts at the beginning.” IV In one of the cottages, a cheerful group of Kozaki sat around a small table and drank to their heart’s content. “What is the news in this part of the world?” Oswan asked.

I’ve read all your comments, noted all the complaints and have poured all that into my next book. I am thrilled to announce that “The Unwanted Wife: Arranged To The Cursed Alpha”, is on the horizon. In this new tale, you’ll find amazing characters with deep chemistry. It’s a werewolf romance book but I promise you, it’s not the usual story you read every time. Our female lead, Alana, is feisty and passionate. I can’t wait for you all to read about her because I’ve never written about a character I love so much. The male lead, Darius, is just as stubborn as Damian. But there’s a twist. He is everything a woman would want, only if he manages to communicate with Alana who is dying to figure him

And yet, my mind kept drifting to one thought, one presence that had not yet arrived. Diego. My heart betrayed me, racing with every passing minute, with every arrival that was not him. I told myself I was being foolish, that it was dangerous to even hope for his presence. But the truth was undeniable: I wanted to see him. The drums began to play softly, their rhythm steady like the heartbeat of the forest, as twilight deepened into night. Lanterns blazed to life, illuminating the woods in warm, golden hues. Wolves laughed, embraced, exchanged old stories of battles and hunts long past. The gathering had officially begun.

When the meeting ended I got up and dashed away to my car and drove to Hazel’s apartment. As I got to the apartment, I unlocked the door with a spare key she had given me. She had forgotten to take it back after Mabel moved in. I sat in the living room quietly, using my phone, waiting for one of them to come out. ****** (Mabel's pov) As I woke up, the soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, my head throbbed with a dull migraine. I stretched, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and yawned, feeling the stiffness in my neck and shoulders.

Right now, there is just a slight stiffness in my wrist when I move it around. For the past three years, I have not been able I have not been able to sleep properly and normally a nice sparring section with Luke and a long run in wolf form would help me blow off steam and calm my wolf for a bit but today, the uneasiness only grows as the hour passes. I sigh and try to concentrate on the account books, but the numbers just blur in front of my eyes. I put the account books aside and start messaging my wrist when I'm consumed by an array of emotions that I know instinctively doesn't belong to me.