You Read That Wrong Novels & Stories

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Just then another slip fell out of the folder as it fluttered onto my lap. I picked it up with my numb fingers as I read it outloud. “Tuesday night–8:30PM, Super Wave Restaurant—Dress sexy.” “What the hell‐” I whispered. I quickly picked up my phone only to find out that today was a freaking Tuesday. “Holy shit–” Why would the PI tell me to dress sexy, or was there something I was missing? Just then, my phone rang loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts, I flinched, and then the name came splashing on my screen

He deadpanned. "The boss has a point there, Sol." Sean snickered. “And I think that banana is supposed to be your dick, Alpha.” I died. Heat burned my cheeks and plunged my whole body to a prickling hot extent. I couldn’t help the wide eyed glare I sent to Sean, which he only shrugged nonchalantly to.

He looks at the cuttings. You are hurting, he tells them, not through the crown, through whatever old wire in him still knows iron. The cuttings shiver. One drops a leaf. The leaf hits the iron wire and turns black. The man frowns. “That’s a calibration issue.” “No,” Eli says. “That’s consent.” Lyana unrolls the bark ledger on the concrete floor. The glowing yeses light up the warehouse. She reads them, loud, one by one, while the lab man stares.

He looked down at me again but my breath was shallow and uneven. “You don’t get to die yet,” he murmured, cold, controlled and personal.

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

He got my test center wrong, yet somehow you've managed to make it my fault? Behind her, Lewis sniffled softly. "Please don't argue because of me. This is all my fault..."

You're challenging the entire pack's respect for the mate bond! [Of course, I put in a good word for you with Amber. How about this: you come over right now, apologize to Amber, and give her some of your family's secret soul-healing potions. We can pretend none of this happened, and I'll consider asking the Elders to re-establish our mate bond.] [Scarlett Hayes! Answer my mind-link, now! Running away won't solve anything. The only thing you can do now is come and admit you were wrong. Hurry up, my patience is limited!]

She loudly shut the rule book. No, Zita, please don't do this. Kim prayed under her breath. “You're such an expert at everything," She smiled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But yet, somehow, you still haven't found a prince." Pamela poked her but Zita wasn't having it.

Every day, she wore heavy makeup at home, and as soon as night fell, she would go out clubbing with her good-for-nothing friends. When Jacob saw me arrive, he excitedly turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the moment of the lottery draw. Jacob held his lottery ticket and checked the numbers one by one, terrified of missing a single thing. When he realized the numbers didn't match, he froze in place. "How is this possible? How? I was sure it was today!" he mumbled. His face went white, and his lips trembled. After he returned to his senses, he yelled at Quinn, "This isn't right! This isn't the jackpot number! Quinn, what's going on?"