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Love at World's End

[World's End: 02:23:59:53] Lauren Whittaker thought she had enough to deal with: a ruthless stepfamily, a neglectful father, and a life of endless work. But when a mysterious countdown virus appears on her phone, ticking toward what seems like the end of the world, things go from bad to apocalyptic. As society crumbles and terrifying monsters emerge, it seems no one is safe. Not even the military can hold back the tide of destruction. Just when Lauren thinks it can't get any worse, a blood-soaked stranger appears before her, speaking a language she doesn't understand. But there's one problem. She's seen him before... in her dreams. Kylar's pack has only one route for survival: to escape their dying world, as prophecy foretold. There's only one problem... Their ancient prophet has passed. In the new world, they enter into unfolding chaos. Monsters pour in from their world and others. It's a fight to survive, but there's hope. This new world is a land of abundant resources. He just needs to find their new prophet, and they can all survive. But when he does, everything's wrong. For one, she isn't Lycan. She's human. And he's inexplicably drawn to her, wanting to claim her for his own. Chaos is unfolding. Bodies line the streets. Lauren's fight for survival becomes a battle against fate itself. What secrets do her dreams hold, and why does this man want to keep her for his own...? -- This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.) -- NOTICE: Mass release November 1!

Lenaleia · Fantasy
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45 Chs

Lauren: Helping Out

I rub my arms, trying to generate some warmth. The darkness presses in around us, broken only by the weak flicker of the few candles burning down the hall. Their light casts strange shadows on the walls.

At least it's quiet. The constant chatter of hundreds of survivors has died down to whispers and soft snores.

It stinks, though.

"Where's Randall?" My voice comes out hoarse. I clear my throat.

"Still sleeping." Marissa shifts beside me, pressing closer, and I lean down to tug the blanket we're sitting on over our feet. "He came in late from guard duty. He was helping someone watch the gym entrance."

Randall's officially guarding now? The chill that comes over me has nothing to do with the frigid temperature. My soul's cringing. But maybe the responsibility will be good for him. Maybe he'll rise to the occasion. Maybe he isn't broken from the womb and is just an asshole who needed a wake-up call.