~A voice, foreign to me, whispered in a gravely voice. "I hope she enjoys her time in hell"~ For Adira, there's a whole life spread out ahead of her, waiting to be lived. For Jayson, time is of the essence. In the midst of the stress of high school and daily life, Adira Brower's world is turned upside down when an unwanted attraction rolls into town. A boy without a family, Jayson is the perfect recipe for disaster. Against all odds, and Adria's boyfriend's wishes, the two cross paths time and time again. A party, a project, a prank that goes horribly wrong - it's like the stars are aligning in their favor. What Adira doesn't know, is how dangerous of a boy Jayson really is, and how much she'll have to give up to get her happily ever after. Secrets lie behind closed doors, and in the end, time stops for no one.
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Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up
― Veronica Roth
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I was running.
My legs pumped, bringing me further and further away from what I was running from. Driven by fear and adrenaline, my feet tore at the lush, grassy ground, as if they were angry to even walk upon the earth.
My brain pulsed, the banging of a drum beating constantly on my skull. But it wasn't unusual. At the moment it seemed like the most natural part of my body.
Bang bang bang.
One, two, three - hitting sixty with a harsh hammer that pierced my temples. It sounded much like a gunshot, but harsher still, like time itself was exploding.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed, and I could feel it all in my head. Sixty seconds, paired with a harsh bang at the end. Sixty minutes, followed by an even harsher bang.
A tree branch slapped against my face as I ran past it. I didn't notice the hard wood until it was too late. My legs kept working, kept driving me, and my hand went up to cradle my stinging face. Drops of blood inked slowly from the wound. I looked down for the only second I could spare. Blood dripped down my fingers, red and sticky.
My eyes flitted around. The forest was fading away at the edges, inky black fog seeping in through the looming trees.
The knotted, brown hair atop my head was flying in snarled locks behind me, catching on small branches and twigs, but I kept running, because suddenly the feeling of being chased was heavy in my conscience.
They was the predator and I was the prey. I couldn't hear the footsteps, though in my head they were loud and heavy, crushing me under their weight.
Fear was etching itself into my skin, creating scars that sliced through my being. My heart was hammering inside of my chest, so fast that it physically hurt.
"Stop, " I cried out loud in between gasping for air. My lungs were collapsing with every anxiety-filled moment.
Bang bang bang, went the drum in my head.
"Please!" I cried, my voice raspy. I couldn't explain it, but I knew that getting caught would be the end - it would either be the end of the pain and misery, or the start of something much worse.
The latter seemed more likely.
Suddenly, the scene changed, and leaves crunched beneath my feet. It was autumn, but the absence of birds proved that I was nearing cold and winter.
I hated the cold, and cringed as snow piles leaked up from the forest floor, piling higher and higher until it became difficult to run.
Torrents of cool air were rushing in behind me, pushing pushing pushing, until my body threatened to splay itself across the snow.
My bare arms and legs, covered by shorts and a t-shirt, were suddenly piled with goosebumps, and I began to shiver.
The predator was running behind me, their footsteps finally mixing in with mine. They were close.
Fear, cold and crushing, filled my chest. I felt their presence behind me, running faster than I could.
My converse shoes were soaked and filling with snow. I almost cried out when one of them slipped off my heal and was left behind in the snow. The now-bare foot slapped against the freezing snow, shooting pain slicing up my leg.
I didn't want to do it anymore.
What if I stop running? I wondered vaguely. Will it end?
But the question of how it would end was more overpowering, and I pumped my arms faster, moving my legs until they threatened to break.
Snow was falling, pelting, shooting down from the sky through the leafless tree branches.
I ran.
"Remember me, Adira?"
The voice was hard and cracking, a deep, angry male.
A scream tumbled out of my mouth and I choked on it, struggling for air.
There was something so familiar about the voice that it sent a spine-chilling shiver down my back.
The banging in my head was as prominent as ever. My skull was being smashed with a hammer.
The man was getting closer - I could feel him on my heels. It was only one person, but it felt like an overpowering group of many.
A hand, as cold and clammy and as frozen as the air around me, clamped town on my shoulder.
I was jerked back.
The scream in my mouth was cut off by another hand, which slapped down on my mouth. I struggled to draw in air through the stiff fingers. My chest constricted.
And then I was falling.
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I woke up, another scream caught in my throat.
Drops of sweat slid down my forehead as I dropped my head into my hands, pushing my bed sheet away from my sweaty body.
The same dream, over and over, for the past two weeks, and I didn't know what it meant.
"Dream my ass, " I muttered shakily. That had been a nightmare.
The fear I'd felt was still caught in my chest, taking up too much space.
I never knew what the nightmare meant. Except that when I woke up, the banging in my head was gone.
"Oh, shit, we're cuddling..." ~~~ Three girls, a Jack Daniels bottle, and a game of Truth or Dare: the recipe for disaster. And if you add in a website, a Cuddle Application, and an incredibly attractive boy named Oliver, the recipe gets a little tastier. But what if a silly joke, like submitting a Cuddle Application to find a hug buddy, becomes something so much more? What if it slowly transforms into love?
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."