Unwind Novels & Stories

Zaine hissed. I just heard them buffering until the class for the afternoon started. After few hours, we finished our classes for today. It is weekend tomorrow and I have no plans on going out. I will done my assignment tonight and maybe I will just watch some animes to ease my boredom. After all, my schedule is not that hectic.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

“Let me cum, you bastard! Let me cum!” “I thought you wanted me gone. You aren't gay, you know.” “Please! Please! I'm sorry! Just let me cum. I need to cum.” “If I untie you, would you attack me?” “No! No! I promise you. I won't!” The plumber untied his hands and said, “You might want to lie on your back now. Legs spread wide for me.”

Rowan asked him to walk. Not to a restaurant or a coffee shop or anywhere with the social architecture of a place designed for difficult conversations. Just walk. Which Darian understood was deliberate. Walking conversations moved forward. They did not require eye contact at every moment. They gave both people somewhere to look that was not each other. They walked along the lakefront. The wind off Lake Michigan carried the kind of cold that did not apologize for itself and the sky was the particular grey that Chicago wore in autumn like something chosen rather than inherited.

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

In the dimly lit clearing, amidst the murmurs of the surrounding trees, Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the Blood Thorn Pack, delivered the crushing blow that shattered Nadina Sebastien's world. “I Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the blood thorn pack rejects you, Nadina Sebastien.” His words, dripping with disdain, cut through the air like a sharpened blade, leaving Nadina clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face. Another scar, both physical and emotional, marred the once unblemished skin of her neck, marking yet another rejection from an alpha.

Joel is listening as well. "I'll do whatever you want if you make this pain stop." She mindlinks back. I use magic to ease her pain and make a cooling sensation come over her. It will also help her scent so unmated wolves won't be frantic to get to her. It won't hold forever, but it should be long enough for what we need to do. She continues rolling around in the cage and screaming.

I know. I grab the remote of the medium-sized TV hanging on the wall, switching it on. Perhaps a little distraction will help, but my jaw drops at the first image on display. The video coverage of my wedding is on display with the huge caption: BUSINESS TYCOON PATRICK BAXTER'S DAUGHTER DITCHED AT THE ALTAR. No... no, this isn't right.

Staring at their faces, he backed away. “What is it, Gabe?” Calleigh whispered. “What’s wrong?” He had the sudden image of her pale, frightened face. “We have to go,” he ground out. Gabriel focused on his friends behind her. Lorenzo and Phoebe had gone far beyond the call of duty to create a fairytale wedding for them with only a few hours’ notice, though they had their own responsibilities with their young children. Though they had their own anniversary to celebrate. “Lory… Phoebs… Thanks for arranging our wedding.”

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