Uris Novel 18 Novels & Stories

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

She dropped to all fours, back curved. A growl came from her throat . No words, just harsh animal sound. I could feel it too. My growl built up within me. I ripped my shirt off hastily. Cold air struck my nipples, causing them to stiffen. I kicked my boots off and pulled my jeans down. My cock burst out, rigid, veiny . Pre-cum dripped away. I dropped down to all fours like she did. We crept around one another slowly. Like wolves checking each other out .

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

And that, he gave. "Forgive me, not only am I not in the correct emotional stability, but I am also sick and tired of this shit. I'm twenty, now, so I shall make my own decisions. I am not marrying any of the clowns you have to offer, so, take them back to the circus, why don't you? I wish you a Happy New Year," Uriel spat, incautious tone laden with something he wished he didn't understand. He bowed, storming out of the room with tears in his eyes. Leaving behind the counterfeit excuse for people, the extravagant pork belly, the top tier restaurant, and into the streets of Tokyo.

"Now, little wolf, you learn what you really are." Before I could ask what that meant, a new sound cut through the night. It wasn't wolves howling but something else. Something that made every hair on my body stand on end. Uriel tensed, his entire body going still. "What is that?" I whispered. He pulled me behind him, positioning himself between me and whatever was making that sound. "We have company." From the shadows ahead, more glowing eyes appeared. Not gold like Uriel's. These were silver eyes looking like hungry predators

I will not waste much time overviewing the point of the novel. My name is Grace and I'm the author of this novel. I want to inform you that this book is purely a work of fiction and some events might be totally unbelievable and that's cool because that's how world of supernaturals work. Always Share, Comment and Vote my book ?Grace THE CURSE

" How long have you been in Debt for Pollo and what happened to your money? You're not the type to be this careless. " He was about to tell her when. Uri started screaming again . © #KCMmuoe

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I went to the kitchen to open the buttle of wine, poured myself a generous glass, and decided to put my annoyance into the novel I was about to finish. I finished writing the final chapter along with finishing the bottle. I chose a tragic ending with Serenity sacrificing herself in the final scene allowing Troy to kill his nemesis. I figured that it completed a circle. Troy started following the path of revenge after his loved-one died, and now he ended his vengeance with another person who loved him died…

CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT Nala’s POV To think this little shit of a cat hated my guts when we first met. Now the furry traitor was curled up on my pillow like we'd been married for ten years. I was halfway dozing off, trying to finish a chapter of some blood-soaked haunted-house novel — because fuck those cheesy romance books — when a muffled knock hit my door. I didn't even bother asking who it was, knowing nova or Lena could want to check up on me, I just yanked it open.