Young Adult Paranormal Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

He grinned and moved in closer. "Then I'll give you something to remember," he whispered in her ear. She shivered, anticipation and instant desire flowing through her. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the heartache. Maybe it was just plain loneliness, but she wanted him. She craved him, her body aching to be loved. Maybe it would let her forget. "My name's Audrey," she said, extending her hand. He took it in his own, but instead of shaking it, brought it to his lips and kissed it. She giggled.

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

Adrian reminded "That's right." Audrey said opening the spell book. "Wait why is it blank?" Adrian asked "Are you blind? What do you mean it's blank?" Audrey asked "I'm serious it's blank." Adrian said "I guess only the chosen can see it. But I'm not in the mood for learning new things I'm exhausted." Audrey said changing into a pyjamas and laying on the bed. Adrian laid beside her. "Good night." Audrey said kissing him. "Good night."

“Good. Because your 18th birthday is when everything changes. That’s when your bloodline will awaken fully. Your first shift, your first spark—it’ll all come to the surface.” I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. “This is why you kept me home so much. Why we moved so often. Why I was always told to stay low, stay quiet.” Gran nodded. “You were never meant to be hidden. But you had to be protected. And now… your destiny’s coming for you whether you’re ready or not.” I stared at the floor. My heart felt like it had cracked open. Aira. Roman. Fire Maiden. Silver Scroll Elders. Lycans. Werewolves. The Moon Goddess. My mother…

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

“It used her to get to me. To get to you.” Liora could only hold him tighter. The "forbidden romance" was this: a love so strong it became a weapon for their enemy. Their strength had been mapped and was now being used as a guide to destroy them. A soft cough came from the doorway. Kael slid down the wall, face grey. The dark veins on his arm, faded to dull grey, now pulsed with a faint, sick light. The journey and psychic fight had taken much from him. “We can’t stay,” Ronan said in a rough voice. He was already moving, eyes scanning the small cottage with a soldier’s careful look, not with nostalgia. “It knows this place and it will come back. Next time, no nice tricks.”

I didn’t want to stand out, wondering how it would feel to belong with them. “Meow,” Orion purred, checking out a girl who gulped down whiskey like it was water. “I just found my date. See ya, bitches!” “Bye,” Mira tittered, leaving just the two of us. “Let’s get a drink.” “Yeah.” The strange tension between us as she poured the drinks was undeniable. “Is something wrong?” I had to know. It was making me anxious. “I know your strange situation with your scent, but…” she paused, exhaling deeply. “Is there something else going on? With Tristan, perhaps?”

I thought maybe my mate just wasn't close by yet, that fate would bring us together when the time was right. I waited through nineteen, then twenty, then twenty-one. Now I am twenty-two and still completely alone. Catherine had found her mate the day she turned eighteen. They'd locked eyes across a crowded room and both knew instantly. But here I was, four years later, with nothing. Maybe I didn't have a mate. Maybe I was one of those unlucky wolves who was destined to be alone forever. Maybe I'd waited long enough and it was time to accept reality. "I'll just go," I said firmly, avoiding his question entirely. "When do we need to tell them someone is coming?"

He never was. A millennial Incubus who feeds on female ecstasy, he has hunted at “Lilith’s Kiss” for decades, choosing his victims with the precision of a predator bored by eternity. When his eyes meet Eve dancing under the crimson light of the stage, Mortyss feels something he had not experienced in centuries: true hunger. What begins as just another hunt turns into a double trap.