X Frisk นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

"I'll– Fiona growled and quickly shifted into Tris and landed a punch on Felix, silencing him up. But this time around her punch had no effect on Felix. Instead of sending him flying in the air like the last time, it did absolutely nothing to him. Felix chuckled. "You've got to do better than that, Fiona," Felix taunted her. "I expected more from the Luna of Silver Bow Pack, or should I say Alpha? You're Alpha Fraser's child, correct?" He continued. "You're Dad would be rolling in his grave in disappointment," he spat.

Security moved in tight formation as Xander Savage smiled for cameras, signing jerseys, posing effortlessly. Freya worked quietly at the edges, camera in hand, doing exactly what she was told. She focused on crowd shots, decorations, the atmosphere…anything but him. An interviewer’s voice carried over the noise. “Xander, any comment on the Snapchat scandal?” Xander smirked, tilting his head slightly. “I guess the award for my most obsessive fan goes to Freya Woods,” he said lightly. “Or… what’s her name again?” Laughter rippled through the crowd.

I absent-mindedly touched my neck as if the collar was still there. “Frix! Are you alright?!” Xeno and I automatically looked at Kelly who was holding Frix on both of its shoulders, worried sick for her brother. On the other hand, Frix looks like he’s struggling with himself and his hands are grabbing the shirt off his chest as if he can't breathe. His face looks so pale and he’s sweating bullets. I suddenly became alarmed when he pushed Kelly away and snarled, his eyes glinting red as he pulled his lips against his teeth.

"There's a store five miles north. We've arranged credit with the owner. You can get whatever you need." "How did you—" "The bond," Marcus interrupted. "Ash can feel your location approximately three miles out. He's trying not to use it. He's also slowly dying from the effort of not using it. You're going to need to talk to him eventually." "Tell him—" "I'm not a messenger service," Marcus said flatly. "You can talk to him yourself whenever you're ready. Right now, you need to eat something. You've burned through approximately three thousand calories in the last four hours. Your body is going to start cannibalizing muscle tissue soon if you don't replenish."

The month-long day finally passed, and it was nearing seven before I made it home. After carrying an armload of shopping bags into the house, I headed toward my bedroom. Depositing the bags on the floor next to my closet, I greeted Mr. Friskies as he jumped on the bed. Immediately he complained in a throaty objection of what a lousy caretaker I was since I'd left him to starve two hours past his suppertime. If I'd been in a better mood, I would have laughed at his antics but as I wasn't, he just pissed me off instead, so I growled at him. His vocalization quit immediately, and he gazed at me out of huge, non-blinking green eyes.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

It was hard to get Alphas to fall for your charm. "What's your name, hun?" Amy asked softly. "Alex," her voice quavered as she whispered. "So, Mr. Truex is kind of a jerk, huh?" she asked as she brushed rouge across Alex's cheek. "He looks like he would be such a nice man. He spends so much money on all of those children's charities." Alex frowned. "Yes, children's charities, ones that he founded and has control of." "But at least he's spending it on children."

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

I shifted my weight, deliberately pressing my thigh between his legs. Julian let out a choked sound, his eyes going wide. The friction was electric, a jolt of pure, agonizing fire that shot straight to my core. I saw his pupils dilate instantly, swallowing the gray of his irises until they were almost completely black. His grip on my wrists tightened until my bones ached.