Was Novels & Stories

The Redefinition of Everything The office at Westbrook felt smaller every time I walked through it now. Six months married. Six months of waking up to Eli in my bed, his hand reaching for me in sleep, his voice the first thing I heard in the morning. Six months of redefining what surrender actually meant—not weakness, but strategy. The choice to trust someone else's instincts as much as my own. Six months of realizing the cage I'd built was finally open, and I'd chosen to stay—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

"You'll do fine Kamara," Busiswa assured me through the phone. I was already imagining the worst-case scenario. "Besides who wouldn't love you." She continued unaware that I had spaced out a minute there. "Okay, I have to go now thanks again Wiwa," I said meaning every word. She has been my biggest motivation to even go to the cafeteria.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table,

I came from a family of thick women, so I was definitely looking sickly. Resolved to straighten up my act, I washed my face off again and put a little blush on to add color to my face. I slipped on a sports bra and matching leggings before pulling on one of Sterling’s Howard tees. It still smelled like him, and I refused to wash it. I missed him so much. I even sprayed a little extra of his Armani Code cologne on it so that I could sleep peacefully. Before I could leave the bathroom to join my kids, my phone rang. I silently prayed that it wasn’t my mother before I

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

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She cried out, arms locking around his neck as he pounded into her—hard, raw, relentless. This wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t slow. It was a claim. And gods, she wanted it. “Say it,” he growled against her throat. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” she gasped. “All of me.” Kael’s teeth grazed her neck, and her wolf rose with a howl, baring itself to him. Then he bit. Not hard enough to hurt, but deep enough to mark. His canines sank into her skin just above her collarbone, sending a shockwave through her entire body. The bond snapped into place—hot, binding, permanent.

She quickly catches herself and mumbles, "Sorry." Morwenna waves her hand. "Nah, don't mind her. If mine is any indication," what she means is her masseuse, "you guys are really good. And besides, you have to understand that it's been a while." She winks. "Right, Bry?" I cringe. Ouch. "Too soon?" she asks, grimacing. I just shrug.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

One strong enough to shake the gigantic vessel. “That would do.” Dale nodded to her latest achievement. She stood in awe at what motivation could cause. How it took a scene of a floating ant to revive her. She began reasoning. Peradventure the vehicle had stopped, it would be safer to get on it on its end. Dale figured within her and began her marathon contest. She went on jogging up the rail path.