Ygritte Book Novels & Stories

I’d sit at the dining table, open my laptop, and scroll through emails from publishers, podcast producers, and conference planners. My face was everywhere now. The Grace Carter story had gone from tragedy to trending. There was even talk of a N*****x adaptation. Still, I couldn’t read too many of the articles. They got pieces of it wrong, most people did except Noah. Noah knew every detail, the ugly ones, the humiliating ones and he never once looked at me like I was broken. He kissed me like I was his salvation even now, every day, sometimes twice. Nova would groan and yell, “Eww! Again?! Get a room, you two!” and run away laughing but I never got tired of it. The safety in it, the warmth,

I hate how my senses betrayed me, tracking every shift of his posture, every controlled breath. Rowan cleared his throat. “I received a gift today.” His words snapped me from my thoughts as my gaze landed onto the omega who had stepped forward, presenting a carved wooden box etched with lunar symbols that made my brows raised. “It’s from the Elder of the North Ridge Pack,” he continued before we could raise questions. “A fertility charm that had been blessed by their Moon Priestess. I assured you that it’s effective.” A what? Fertility charm? My fingers tightened in my lap, the same as I could feel him stiffened.

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

Maybe because this place was filled with kids my age who appeared to have had all the spunk or motivation for living wiped clean from their souls and absolutely no desire to befriend anyone. Yarber Heights was an old institution, quite possibly one of the oldest in Georgia. It was an ancient brick establishment with plaster walls where the plumbing and wiring ran along the outside of the wall rather than inside of it. The rooms were dark and cold. I suppose it was poorly insulated, I don’t know. But it was incredibly gloomy and cold all of the time. Even with Carrie and her quirky partners, it was still a depressing and bleak place to be. Paulo was a wise ass, and I believe he was a little d

She did not need anyone to look after her either. Yvette understood Yarden’s concern. She simply did not have the energy for new social interactions. “I can take care of myself. You don’t need to worry. I won’t tell Yarden either.” Jett did not feel upset that Yvette kept him at a distance. He only smiled. “Yarden said you like Jane Eyre. This is a special edition. You can’t find it easily anymore.” Yvette’s fingers curled slightly. She remembered how much she had loved this book. She had even copied sentences from it into her diary.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

Grey asked. She then replied, “Yeah, let’s go inside, it’s already about to start.” End of Chapter 53.1 Since it has already gone above 50 chapters, we are already at chapter 53, I'm thinking of ending the book after 30 more chapters. This November would serve as the final month I would update on this book and it'll be complete by November 30.

BOOK 3: Chapter 26: Home Office Intrusion Nothing else seems to matter anymore as Adrian continues to slam hard and pound deep into her, completely unconcerned with the call from his grandmother still echoing through the phone speaker. It doesn't matter to Amanda anymore either. She lets the phone slip from her trembling fingers, dropping it carelessly on the kitchen counter, and wraps her arms tightly around Adrian’s neck, her entire body shivering uncontrollably. The only thing she can feel is the overwhelming lust. The maddening desire howling between them. Their moans and gasps collide in the air like heat lightning, voices rising, echoing through the kitchen, trying in vain to contain t

He gritted in displease. “For anything, I must have done. Please fuck me with full force and in revenge.” I moaned out. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over, grabbing my boobs in a harsh grip while staying over my body and straddling me. “F*ck!” I cried out. He didn't care about my sudden reactions or feelings. He was not gentle. He would rather not be gentle. His finger and thumbs pinched roughly at my nipples and his mouth found its way to bite and chew on the pink softness of the breast one after the other.