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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 · แฟนตาซี
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45 Chs

Lauren: Found Survivors

"These might work." I hold up a pair of sturdy hiking boots, their soles thick and treaded. "Randall, what size do you wear?"

"Eleven." He snatches the boots from my hands, examining them closely. "Not bad. I'll try them on."

We fan out across the store, rifling through boxes and displays. It's a shoe store, so there isn't much else to look at.

"Oh my God, these are actually cute." Marissa's voice carries a hint of her old self as she slips on a pair of trail runners. "And comfortable. I feel like I could run a marathon."

"Don't forget to look for boots," I remind her as I look for a pair for myself. "Marian? Did you find anything?"

A muffled groan answers me. I follow the sound to find her slumped against a display, clutching a bottle of water.

"Come on," I say, gentler than I feel. "We need to get you proper shoes."