Bright Novels & Stories

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

It said, giggling. “For a celibate species, you talk a lot, A-di” said Arba, who looked quite irritated. Honestly, I couldn’t tell, his face was stiff, I had no way of knowing if he was angry, happy, or even tired. If he closed his quite normal looking eyes, he would not look any different from a boulder with edges. “Lighten up Arba, don’t be so hard,” Adi replied. That made Arba quite angry, as he pushed back his white robe with a quick hmph!

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress.

Neal fisted his hand when he felt them shaking. "Tell Drake and Hunter we are here." Kaiden said. Brad nodded before going to find Drake. Kaiden lead Neal to the living room. Neal never been inside a house like this. The living room alone was big as his whole house. Light yellow walls, white ceiling and white shining floor. The whole place was so bright and spotless. Shouldn't mob's places look dirty and dark? Neal thought to himself. He admired the huge beautiful chandelier hung above. The walls are decorated by paintings of flowers and wild animals instead of family pictures.

"In one word, you're deceiving yourself if you think you can win." "This is why I hate you," I whined. "Always being so realistic. At least be optimistic for once!" "Not when you're dealing with the Queen of Vampires." He noted. "Besides, what is this spell?" "Well it's a lightning spell. It grants me the ability of lightening temporarily and can also dampen time to a certain extent."

The black hummer jeep kicked started and zoomed out of the premises. The country breeze blew here at the country side, Bernard Williams residence was no exception. * Nicky woke up the next morning, feeling good. Her injuries had been ministered to, the pain had subsided so she lay still. The bed was laid in white linen. The bed was so comfy that she forgot she was in a stranger’s place. The sweet aroma of toast filled the room. Nicky sort for it as she was starving, her joy knew no bounds as she found a tray arrayed with toast jam and a mug of coffee.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

“Walk straight ahead. There’s a door right in front of you.” Zoe’s heart leapt to her throat, an eerie sense of unease falling over her. She glanced over her shoulder, realizing an attempt to escape would be futile. The dark was too thick, completely consuming her surroundings. George kept his grip tight on her wrist, marching forward into the pitch black. A crunch echoed in the silence, George’s free hand pushing on a door she couldn’t see, liberating a flush of bright, white light into the dark expanse. Zoe could do nothing but blink, teary eyes striving to adjust.

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.