Where's Wanda Book Novels & Stories

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

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Wanda's alluring crimson lips and captivating smile proved to be a formidable distraction, even for someone as disciplined as Ashton. Ashton took a deep breath to steady himself and, with difficulty, shifted his gaze away from Wanda's figure. He looked at her with a genuinely shocked expression and asked, "You're not actually planning to just give me the Compendium of Special Constitutions as a gift, right, Wanda?" "You're so sharp, Ashton!" Wanda exclaimed with a captivating smile as she handed over the Compendium of Special Constitutions to Ashton.

"Avery is not home right now, aren't you going to look after the kids?" "We hired a bodyguard." "Oh, then you just wait at Mr. Foster's place then! I've already contacted everyone. No one knows where he is either." Mike furrowed his brows in worry. "By the way, I heard a piece of news today." Before Chad hung up, he suddenly remembered something. "Wanda sold off her cosmetics company. The one abroad. She cashed it for four hundred and fifty million. It looks like she is preparing to return to the country."

Meanwhile, Stefan was upstairs, visiting Agnes. Wanda seemed uneasy, as though she'd been trying to apologize but had been rebuffed. Agnes clearly wasn't buying whatever she was selling. Left with no other choice, she sat in the living room, awkwardly sipping tea and picking at snacks. "Rachel." Wanda's eyes lit up when she saw Rachel return. "Oh, Wanda, you're still here? About that recipe you asked for—I think I remember something. Let me find it, and I'll send it to you as soon as I can," Rachel said.

"Yes, I remember." Wanda continued, "The chubby one is called Madison. She added me on WhatsApp, and that's where I learned all this. She even recommended a few books to me, saying I'd definitely learn something if I read more. "I've had plenty of free time at home since we moved to the city and stopped farming, so I bought those books and read them. I have to say that they've been really helpful…" Ollie sighed. "Our family really owes them a lot. Otherwise…"

Her gaze was calm and certain. "Don't worry," Wanda said quietly. "There will be plenty of people coming here in the future." "Yeah," Paisley replied, her pheromones perfectly steady. She knew some things just needed to be left to time. As Wanda left, she walked past Sandra with her back completely straight. But after taking a few steps toward the gates, she kept looking back, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her wolf let out a silent, sorrowful whine, as if bidding farewell to an unexpected but unforgettable chapter of her life.

Chapter Thirteen Wanda stepped out of the hospital, the cold London air hitting her like a wall. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just learned. Five weeks pregnant. The truth settled heavily in her chest: she was carrying Anderson’s child. The realization was both a balm and a burden, offering clarity yet stirring a new storm of emotions.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Kendra followed her aunt out of the containment building. Filling her lungs with the crisp night air, she reveled in the feeling of freedom. Being a bound captive of Alice and her alien friends for even that brief time had made a negative impact on her that brought forth the other bad memories of being badly used that she struggled to keep buried and would one day have to find a way to release.