Вторая Половинка Novels & Stories

Dimitri When we get to Masuzyo’s pack, I can smell the metallic taste in the air, and I know why Sergi called me. ‘Are those explosives?’ I ask him in the mind link when I race up. The entire way here, my mind has been on the woman I left behind. Who is she? Is she really my second chance mate? I never expected another mate, never wanted another woman after Natasha. I made my peace with the Moon Goddess for taking her from me, dedicated my life to my son and my pack. I was okay with that, I’d had a short but fantastic life with my mate. I would take what I had been given and be grateful. But now…do I even want a second chance mate?

My eyes shut effortlessly. I was already in dreamland when I felt someone touching me from behind. I ignored the touch because I felt it was all a dream I just want to sleep and return home to my husband in peace. Every other thing never mattered to me. Then came the second touch. This time, it felt real. I could feel my undies drifting to the left corner. At that point, I knew it wasn't a dream. It's the damn reality rubbing my face in the mud. I woke up with full force but was shocked not to find anyone.

It was a second chance! Tbc…

I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO

I almost shouted at her. "Shhhh, don't shout. I turned off the second call indication as it was getting annoying when we talk." she said. "Are you for real? Second call intimation is invented to let you know that there is someone else trying to talk to you." I said. "Pch, I know, de. Stop taking classes. Ok tell me, what now?" She asked me, pulling me to her and making me sit beside her. "Mom was talking about an alliance to me, right? It looks like our horoscopes match perfectly." I told her.

not once but twice… To be continued...

She gasped as I filled her completely. I moved steadily. In. Out. In. Out. Slow. Then faster. Harder. Our breaths broke together. Our bodies moved in sync until we both came at the same time. I collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling heavily. Then she suddenly spoke. “Who is Isabella Schneider,” she murmured, voice tired, “and why does it look like I have seen that bracelet somewhere?” My heart almost stopped. I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen.

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

sighs in relief. “You frightened me, Granny. Please never talk about death. I just hate that word,” she says with a sulking tone. After a while, she lies on the bed and puts her head on her lap. “It’s been almost a year since I’ve put my head on your lap. This place is so peaceful; it feels like I could spend my whole life in this lap,” she says. Judy closes her eyes to feel her warmth and her soft hands grazing her head. She missed this soft touch so much; those beautiful hands are like magic, repairing all the cracks in her heart. Holding her hands gently, she brings them near her mouth, placing soft kisses on them, and hearing the sound of her sweetest smile. “Granny, can I ask you somet