Novels by Almost.Blue

*** Noah's POV ***"Oh no, oh hell no"I couldn't help but laugh as I watched Lana's face change from shock, disbelief, annoyance and slight regret."No, no, no. Do you think it's too late to call the driver and Evan back?""Don't tell me the fierce Lana Harris is afraid of a motorcycle?""No, I'm not!", She fought back defensively."So what's the problem?""I've... I've never been on one before", she looked away nervously.Seeing her nervous, a woman who is normally strong, and determined, pulled at my heartstrings. I wanted to take her into my arms and make her feel safe, but I also felt excitement at being the one to introduce her to the sensation of being on a motorbike."Lana, you'll love it. Trust me, you're safe with me", I handed her the spare helmet that Evan had the driver pick up and smiled the most reassuring smile I could ever give her.Lana took a deep brea

*** Lana's POV ***The sound of seagulls screeching, searching for their breakfast woke me up. I stretched lazily and groaned as my body ached all over. With my eyes still shut tightly, I snuggled into the warm embrace of Noah, who was still sound asleep beside me.I replayed last nights events as my mind slowly woke up... Noah and me. He found me down on the beach, and claimed me once more... actually several times more.I shifted uncomfortably, why was I so stiff?The sounds of the beach were so much closer than they had been yesterday morning, I must have left my door open all night.Wait a minute...I don't remember going back last night...Hesitantly I started opening my eyes, grimacing as my eyes adjusted to the sun that was slowly starting to rise in front of us. I gently removed myself from Noah's embrace, careful not to wake him, and I scratched my sand-covered head as I gingerly lo

Hi all! A few things, Firstly, thank you so much for giving my latest/second story a chance! If you have followed me through my first story, The enemies around me, I appreciate your time and love that I can take you into the world of my imagination. If you are new, I appreciate you and thank you too. Secondly, a couple of people both on this story and my previous have asked if I have any social media... I have created an I N S T A account (I have to space it otherwise it's censored out) called its.almost.blue. And thirdly, if you guys have any feedback please don't hesitate to share it with me! I am trying out this new style of different points of view, do you guys like it? Should I continue, stop or simply do less frequent changes of their points of view, so instead of every/every second chapter maybe I could change it to every 5 chapters? Let me know!

*** Lana's POV *** I think I just made the world record for most emotions felt, and changed in the shortest amount of time possible. When I heard the shrill cry I wasn't really focusing, I didn't hear what she said. Only when I looked up and met his watchful gaze did I really pay attention. Shock, hope, excitement, longing... anger, jealousy, disappointment. Noah was here, and he had someone else hanging onto his arm. Of course, he did, he was gorgeous and looked the part of your classic bad boy lover in his leather jacket... Why did I think he would still be interested in me after what I had said? I shouldn't be surprised that he's moved on already, more so I shouldn't care... He wasn't mine to claim. So why does it bother me so much to see him with someone else...? I recognised her face, I think she's one of the receptionists. I hadn't bothered to learn her name, I didn't really have any

*** Noah's POV ***I pulled up to the stunning beach house and paused, hesitantly. As I switched off the ignition and lifted my helmet over my head, I couldn't ignore the butterflies that had been swarming my stomach all week, just the thought of Lana sent me spiralling, and now I was about to see her out of the workplace, I couldn't avoid her as easily here.I had been fighting myself all week, I wanted to talk to her and look into her gorgeous stormy eyes, but I remembered what I was to her.. 'A drunken mistake', and though I yearned for her, my pride won the battle over my longing.During my ride over here, I let the cool wind blow against me as I rode my black Yamaha Virago. It was the perfect time to let go, to not feel anything but the world around me and the hum of the bike as I sped free away from the city, and yet all I could do was rehearse what I might say to Lana if we met face to face tonight.Forgetting everyt

*** Lana's POV ***I woke up to the sound of seagulls, and I inhaled the fresh sea air deeply as I stepped out onto the balcony. I had almost forgotten where I was for a moment, and honestly, I still felt like I was dreaming.I had had the most peaceful sleep last night, since before the night with Noah. No tossing, or turning, no thoughts about work. Just a perfect nights rest.I quickly showered and slipped on some faded jean shorts and a white tank top. I let my hair loose as it dried and smiled as I found Evan waiting for me at the breakfast nook."Sleep well?", he asked."Almost too well, this place is amazing!", I gushed as I helped myself to a piece of toast."Thanks, now you know why I'm always gushing about it. It's so peaceful and the perfect weekend getaway and my parents never bother to rent it out so it's practically free whenever I want to use it. And now that invitation is extended to you"

Hey everyone, my latest story, She's the boss, is now live on the Goodnovel app! Please give it some love and support! Xx Lana Harris has worked her entire life to inherit her father's company. She's been described as a loveless, workaholic ice queen with no life... But when a handsome new coworker catches her eye a fire is ignited inside her that has been lying dormant for some time. As her love life is heating up, so is her career. Her cold father makes her an offer she can't refuse, that is if she wants to become CEO. Will her father's proposal tear apart her newfound love and make Lana choose, the man of her dreams or everything she's ever worked for? ...

I brushed my long hair into soft, gentle waves. Taking a deep breath I looked at myself in the mirror and saw doubt flicker in my eyes.Me? ... a Luna?"Stop it", a voice commanded in my mind.Grayson.I could feel his pressence in my mind before I heard him. He was soothing against the anxiety that had begun to swell up inside me."You have more than proven yourself worthy of becoming this packs Luna, and I am honoured to be your Alpha mate"I hugged myself as his words flowed though me."I miss you", I said."I know, but I had to leave early to make sure everything was in place for today. The ceremony will be starting soon, are you ready?""Yes, I'll be down in a minute""I'll see you there, Luna"Today was the day. It our ceremony where Grayson and I will be bonded together in front of the entire pack, and I would officially be named Luna of the Dark Moon pack.I shot mysel

Hey guys, this is an important note so please read it. The next chapter is going to be the LAST for this story... I haven't updated this week because I'm struggling to let go a little. This is my first story and I'm sad to be saying goodbye... IF you feel like you would enjoy a part 2, please let me know! I have a few ideas (vampires maybe... ;) ) on how I can continue this story but won't pursue them unless there is any interest. Thankyou for coming along on this journey with me, I appreciate each and every single reader. Really, thankyou <3 If you enjoy my work please check out my latest story, 'She's the Boss'. I've applied for a contract and am hoping it will be accepted into the CEO competition! As it is not signed yet, it can only be found on the desktop version but if you add it to your library on there, you can then find it on your app. Here is the synopsis... Lana Harris has worked

I tried to not scrunch my nose as the smoke from the pyres tickled my nostrils. My eyes stung from the tears that began to trickle from them and my fingers pulled nervously at the hem of my black skirt.Grayson stood a few feet ahead of me, he was emotionless and though he had attempted to keep me out, I could feel his guilt eating away at him.I have been to funerals before, but none could compare to this.Grayson turned to me and took my hand in his. Together we walked through the crowd and back towards the packhouse as the flames began to lick away hungrily at the wooden pyres.It was werewolf tradition to burn the bodies in the event of a death, so that our wolves may be set free from our bodies to roam the afterlife. Our ashes are then scattered in the forest, where we belong. A buffet had been set up in one of the packhouse's giant living rooms for the entire pack to attend, but upon returning home Grayson retreated to his office.&

*** Grayson's POV ***Thud, thud, thud.Thud, thud, thud.All I could hear was the constant rhythm of my heartbeat, picking up its pace as it thundered through my chest and blocking out all other sounds.Thud, thud, thud.Fear. Fear was all that I was sure of at this moment.Cold, panicked, frozen... I was paralysed and I couldn't remember a time I had felt this way before.The fear of losing the one I loved more than anything, the one I was born to be with... it was consuming my very being, and now I feared for my mate's very existence.Laila had pushed me.I had seen Slade and his bitch mate slink out from behind the trees... I wanted to charge them, to take what was owed to me, his life. But they were out to play dirty, and the gun in

*** Laila's POV *** I was quick to leap into the action. Though I was in my wolf form and could take a back seat, I decided to stay focused and alert. Amara and I needed each other if we were going to make it out of this alive.As Grayson and his wolf lunged forward, the wolves behind him showed no hesitance as they followed suit, their howls echoing off the trees that surrounded us.Amara sprinted to keep up with Grayson. Though I was sure he could handle himself, both Amara and I couldn't help our animalistic desire to protect our mate.My eyes flickered towards Slade, he was creeping away like the snake that he is. I wasn't shocked he was hiding away... I assumed he had no intentions of fighting today, at least not in a clean way.