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Zane laughed, catching it easily. "See? Teamwork." Ryan exhaled loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Why did I even agree to live with you..." Zane Smiled lightly for that, getting up at last.He began picking up things randomly, opening boxes without care. As they sorted through bags and boxes, Zane's eyes suddenly fell on something. A diary. Something about it instantly caught his attention. Without thinking much, he picked it up and slowly opened it. The very first page made his breath hitch.

Zane was in his study, poring over maps, but his mind was somewhere else, with me. “Zane?” I whispered, standing in the middle of the room beside my half finished Luna gown. The answer did not come in words. From far away, from the edge of the pack’s territory, a wolf’s howl rose. But it was not the welcoming call of our pack. It was sharp, cruel, and familiar. The call of Black Rock.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” Without another word, Zane completely dismissed Andrew’s existence. He turned on his heel and began to slowly walk around our ruined living room, his sharp, golden eyes scrutinizing every single surface. He dragged a gloved finger over a charred bookshelf, picked up a broken piece of pottery, and overturned a burnt cushion, searching for clues with an irritatingly calm demeanor.

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

My Uncle Built Me The training grounds are empty before dawn. Just cold metal bleachers and the weight in my chest that will not lift. Uncle Nathan designed me. Not like family. Like a blueprint. Every rejection after the crash. Every door that closed. The path that led me to Diane. To Iron Valley. To wolves. None of it was accident. All of it was engineered to activate my markers. I should be angry. I was angry. But somewhere between the compound and this morning, the rage burned itself out. What sits in my chest now is colder. Harder. The clarity that comes from realizing you were never unlucky.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

hello, all yess it's finally here the sequel to "the king and the rejected she-wolf" you can read this as a stand-alone but I think it will make more sense after reading the other one first. hope you will enjoy to those who read the first one a while ago, I change Kai's name to Aiden. why? hmm I guess the name Aiden just sounded better to me :D //Salani ------- ZARA “Zara, come out and play; we will protect you!” Zack says he and the other boys have just returned from training with daddy and uncle Mack. Grandma Rosa and I played piano today.

Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

Her fierce demeanor. Thank you for the votes and reviews. You guys helped me get 3rd place in the contest. We have a few more chapters before this story closes to an end. Don't worry, you will find out soon more about Dominic and Elizabeth. Book 2 in the series Baine Family: Love and War is out with few chapters until I complete this. Finally My own Love. Again thank you for your patience and I promise to update as soon as possible.

A faint rustle of pages somewhere in the distance. Zane seemed completely absorbed in his books. Every now and then he’d underline his book. Everything about him seemed arranged… And there was his book—covered in hasty notes and crossed lines. Perfect and messy at the same time. It was… strange. Watching him. This was the first time we were alone somewhere that wasn’t his bedroom. Or the locker room or shower, where we have to act like we weren’t fucking. My eyes drifted back to my book, then back to him. Back to my book. Then back to him again.