Novels by Noelle Palmer

ROSE’S POV I stirred from my sleep when I heard knocks on my door. Someone entered my room before I could open my eyes. “GOOD MORNING!” a very bubbly voice cheered which forced me to sit straight on my bed. I rubbed my eyes which ached from crying in the night. A girl paced towards the window and opened the curtains. She stepped closer to my bed and then faced me. A bright smile glued to her face. Her eyes shone in the sunlight from the window. She was my height with curls bouncing on her shoulder. I blinked and she did the same. “Mor..ning...,” I said rather awkwardly, displaying my clenched teeth which made her giggle. “I’m your assigned maiden. And you have only twenty minutes to get ready for breakfast,” she spoke and at the same time my stomach growled. I embarrassingly placed my hands on my tummy which made her glance downwards. I was still dazed from the last night. Why did I dream of that beast again? Those golden eyes, ready to kill me. I shivered. That dream felt all too

TALON'S POV It was stupid of me to stand here. I couldn’t remember for how long I stood outside this door, listening to her breathing. She was asleep. For the first time, I was hesitant to open the door of my own house. Guess there’s always a first for everything. I was drinking earlier and then I was back here again. It was as if my legs were working on their own. I released a frustrated sigh and opened the door. It was dark inside but I could see her still figure on the bed. As I approached her, her scent embraced my nostrils. It was so strong and so tempting. My fingers folded into fists, controlling my urge to hug her. This was how the bond between the mates worked. You would have the continuous urge to be closer to your mate. I wanted nothing but to touch her and kiss her plump lips. I wanted to rip that dress off her and claim her. She looked so beautiful in the dim moonlight. You shouldn’t feel these things. Not towards her. ‘You can’t control it. Just claim her as yours,’ my

TALON'S POV She was going to jump. She was going to jump.’ ‘She didn’t. I saved her,’ My wolf was still startled from the little incident. I could still feel the vibration it was sending directly to my brain. ‘What if she had jumped? How could you lead her to do something like that?’ he said and I could sense the fear in his voice. My wolf wasn’t afraid of anything. But the moment I had laid my eyes on Rose, it had been clear that she was my Mate. But how? Didn’t she die that day? Bleeding. Is it another trick of the Moon Goddess to punish me? ‘I didn’t force her. It was for her own good,’ I spoke and felt him shake his head in disapproval. Either way, I had to tell her. So, what was the point in hiding? And I was not going to believe it just yet. It must be a trick. It must be him. That bloody Rico Mooney. ‘It’s him. She ain’t real. That Mooney is trying to fool us again!’ ‘He’s a maniac but he has no power over mates,’ my wolf barked angrily. Fuck. I paced in my room. The image o

It was dark. It was empty. My eyes wandered everywhere only to find darkness and nothing else. I felt goosebumps prickle all around my body. Thud. I jumped as the voice came from my left. With my eyes wide, I stayed rooted to my spot and felt a gust, sending chills to my body but it was not the wind. I noticed the shadow of the figure that ran past me, faster than any human being. Another terrifying sound echoed in my ears and I was about to pee in my short shorts. Growls. I didn’t need to second guess what it was. I gulped and forced my legs to move but they didn’t. My heartbeat accelerated and my knees started trembling beneath me. I tried to move my legs but it was as if they were glued to the ground. I slapped my knees and tucked at them to move but they didn’t budge. I heard the running of footsteps, coming towards me. Approaching me faster than I would’ve liked. I furiously looked around, searching for anything that could help me but the

“Mate?” I whispered while he still held me closed to him. I wanted to ask what did he mean by mate? I have read a few novels and if they were all true, mate meant soulmates. Was it true? Was he my soulmate? I could still feel the tingles all over my body and the heat that embraced me when he was close. My wide eyes searched his for answers but his eyes only showed rage. I discovered that he didn’t like me being his mate but it was not my fault or was it?“Talon,” called someone. Our necks snapped to our side where a man stood at the door of the room. I recognized him as one of the men from the dining table. Talon jerked me away from him once he saw the man and beside her stood Aurora who gaped at both of us. I inhaled a few breaths and stepped back from him. My hand went to my chest and I felt my heart bouncing inside. I heard feet shuffles and Aurora was beside me with her hand on my shoulder.“Are you okay, Rose?” she asked.

Werewolves. Shifter. Werewolves. Shifter. Those two words continued to buzz in my head and I felt a sudden headache. Werewolves? My eyes had widened and my stomach twisted into knots. Shifters? The way he spoke, I knew he was not lying. Werewolves. I was terrified. My heart dropped, and I backed away from the dining table. My hands trembled. I recalled those golden eyes of the beast when I touched the painting. Was one of these people was that beast? “Rose,” Aurora called as she stood from her chair. In my fear, I had taken several steps away from them. I looked at her but with totally different eyes. She could turn into a werewolf. I didn’t think twice before I ran outside the dining room. The last thing I heard was Aurora saying, ‘you shouldn’t have told her just yet’. I forced my feet to run faster, away from them. I was back in the hallway where all the paintings hung, but I ignored them and ran straight. When I passed the hallway, I stopped and looked everywhere for an

I slowly opened my eyes, only to see myself lying on the floor in an unfamiliar room. I slowly sat up with the support of the wall behind me and winced in pain. My eyes shifted to my leg, and the sight grossed me out as it was covered in blood. I lifted my fingers to touch it but did the opposite, as the wound was still open and the blood was pouring out of it. I looked around the room and realized that it was the same cell where I found Linds. As the memory of her went through my mind, my eyes prickled with tears. The room was small and dark, only a small bulb lit above me. The cell door was locked. It was a metal door with a square glass window at the top which showed me the bright lights igniting the hallways outside. I was still in my old clothes. My tank top was drenched in the blood same as my skinny jeans below my knees and my hair was a mess on my shoulder. The metallic smell of blood and sweat flooded my nostrils, and it sucked. I winced in pain again and decided to

Lindsey fell to the floor in the pool of blood that poured out of her body. I ran to her limp body and kneeling beside her, I placed her head on my lap."Linds..." I cried as she went unconscious. Her eyes were closed and I couldn’t feel her heartbeat anymore. Pain and agony filled me. I cried, hugging her to my chest. The stench of blood filled my nostril and my hands trembled when I noticed her blood on them. My eyes were wide as I shook her, again and again, to wake her up, to run away with me. A part of me hoped that she would wake up any minute but she didn’t. Minutes passed by and I just stared at her while tears continuously rolled down my cheeks. He shot her three damn times, that son of a bastard killed my sister.I stood up and stretched my neck to him. He stood with his hands hanging on each side, still holding the same gun with which he shot her.“You…” I strolled towards him and stepped in front

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me. "Who... who are you?" I muttered. It took me a moment to realize who those men were and why they were here. No one said anything for a while, but then the man who reached towards me shouted, “Take her.” As the man stepped inside, I backed away from them. "Stop," I said and held out my hand in gesture. The men stopped, and I continued, "I'll come, don't grab me like an animal," I stated. Both men turned to look at the one who ordered them to take me. He nodded, and I sighed in relief. I grabbed my bag from the bed and padded my way to the door, but just as I reached the man who was ordering, he grabbed me by my shoulder while the others took off downstairs, leaving us to walk behind them.

After leaving both my Uncle and Lindsey on the stairs I made my way to my room. I rummaged through my entire room to pack the stuff I needed. I changed into skinny jeans and a tank top. Uncle told me he would call the cops after I had successfully left the house. After packing everything, I strolled outside the mansion from the backside as to not gain any attention. Once outside, I walked far away from the mansion. It was late so I couldn’t find a cab. My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was my uncle. “Did you leave the house?” he asked. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "Yes," I told him. He told me to not call him with this phone and to throw it on my way. He added that once I’m somewhere safe, I should call him. I was getting nervous with each passing second. "Have you called the police yet?" I asked, biting my lower lip. "Not yet. But I'm calling after hanging up." He finished. "Bunny, everything

"Please, let go of me," Lindsey cried as she tried to push him away from her. I saw her struggling against him, but he was too cruel to let go of her. I was boiling in anger. My knuckles turned into fists as rage build inside of me. With quick steps, I made my way towards them and closed the distance between us. I grabbed the collar of the man from behind and pushed him back from my sister, who slid to the floor crying. But that guy didn't get the message. I heard him shout absurdity, and I turned to look at him. "You bitch..." he spoke as I took a step towards him. My hands were itching to slap him. I was continuously gritting my teeth in anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, I kicked him in his stomach. He stumbled back. Taking few seconds to balance himself, he lurched towards me. I held out my fist to punch him, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my hand. I groaned when a jolt of pain shot through my wrist, but that didn't stop him as

A few months back... I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful today in the shiny gown I wore for the party. It was a floor-length, green gown that complimented my green eyes. I was turning twenty today and my sister, Lindsey, and my uncle John had organized a party. My room door burst open and Lindsey in her black gown stepped inside."You're looking beautiful, Andy," She said as she stepped before me and smiled. I returned the smile which reached my eyes. "Happy birthday," she said, hugging me. "Thank you, Linds,” I replied and told her to help me with my hair. She nodded and turned me around to comb my hair while I patiently waited. She told me that Uncle John was waiting for us at our beach house where the party was held. Lindsey and I weren't real sisters. I met Lindsey when we were just kids. Lindsey was a year older than me. Her mother was my tutor. She was a single mother but