Elise ✘ a.k.a Ryder's Pet ✘ > Books: insta-love-lust-connection‎ (119)

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I was bored*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I was bored*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

As if life had gone for a ceasefire on the constant lemon bombardment, and chucked him something he actually wanted for a change.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I was bored*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

As if life had gone for a ceasefire on the constant lemon bombardment, and chucked him something he actually wanted for a change.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Still Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Still Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Still Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contain spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contain spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“You’re running.”
Two words. Simple. Not complex, not complicated, not harsh or pejorative. So the fact that they hit me with the force of a one-two punch made the pain seem all the more vicious.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contain spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“You’re running.”
Two words. Simple. Not complex, not complicated, not harsh or pejorative. So the fact that they hit me with the force of a one-two punch made the pain seem all the more vicious.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Meh With Potential*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Meh With Potential*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Meh With Potential*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A beast who's not a beast*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A beast who's not a beast*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“It’s been a long time since anyone stood up for me.” Dante seemed genuinely shocked.
“Then it’s about fucking time,” Beau said with more vehemence than he initially intended.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A beast who's not a beast*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“It’s been a long time since anyone stood up for me.” Dante seemed genuinely shocked.
“Then it’s about fucking time,” Beau said with more vehemence than he initially intended.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Insta-love Is Its Downfall*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“So you’re saying no semel can afford to wait for his reah.”
“Realistically, no, they’re too rare. The chances of finding one are too small.”
“And yet,” he said with a flourish, “there you stand.”
I flipped him off.
“Oh, c’mon, Jin, all this talk about reahs and here you are, the rarest of all panthers, the one and only male reah in existence.”
“I don’t count.”
“You count, idiot; you’re a reah.”
“I’m not a real reah; I’m not a girl.”
“Who says a reah can only be female?”
“Oh, I don’t know… everyone,” I said, sounding bitter even to myself.

My smile had the desired effect; the man stepped back, shaken. He wasn’t like me; he wasn’t a reah. He didn’t have my power. He could be man or beast; he could not be pieces of either by choice. He could not take the form of a werepanther; it was the ability of only a semel or a reah.
“I… I don’t….” He trailed off, unsure of what I was. I was not a semel; he knew that. There was no mistaking the power of a semel, and that kind of raw, primal energy didn’t radiate from me. What rolled off me in waves was different, warmer and gentler because of what I was. A reah was the yin to the yang of the semel, each complimenting the other, fitting together so that the reah gave softness and compassion to the semel, the semel bringing strength and logic to the reah. Every semel exuded strength and dominance, but I did not, so the man standing before me was at a loss as to what to make of me.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I like the beginning*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

So there's three things I definitely didn't like:
→ That damn insta-love. (view spoiler)[Took them two days for the L word to be told. (hide spoiler)]
→ Jin's father and Jin's old tribe didn't get (view spoiler)[punished for what they did to him (hide spoiler)]
→ Too little depth and action

“It was surprising to hear it from his lips, my plain, ordinary name spoken as it never had been before, with awe, lite it was sacred, like treasure. Like I was treasure.”

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⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Insta-love Is Its Downfall*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“So you’re saying no semel can afford to wait for his reah.”
“Realistically, no, they’re too rare. The chances of finding one are too small.”
“And yet,” he said with a flourish, “there you stand.”
I flipped him off.
“Oh, c’mon, Jin, all this talk about reahs and here you are, the rarest of all panthers, the one and only male reah in existence.”
“I don’t count.”
“You count, idiot; you’re a reah.”
“I’m not a real reah; I’m not a girl.”
“Who says a reah can only be female?”
“Oh, I don’t know… everyone,” I said, sounding bitter even to myself.

My smile had the desired effect; the man stepped back, shaken. He wasn’t like me; he wasn’t a reah. He didn’t have my power. He could be man or beast; he could not be pieces of either by choice. He could not take the form of a werepanther; it was the ability of only a semel or a reah.
“I… I don’t….” He trailed off, unsure of what I was. I was not a semel; he knew that. There was no mistaking the power of a semel, and that kind of raw, primal energy didn’t radiate from me. What rolled off me in waves was different, warmer and gentler because of what I was. A reah was the yin to the yang of the semel, each complimenting the other, fitting together so that the reah gave softness and compassion to the semel, the semel bringing strength and logic to the reah. Every semel exuded strength and dominance, but I did not, so the man standing before me was at a loss as to what to make of me.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I like the beginning*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

So there's three things I definitely didn't like:
→ That damn insta-love. (view spoiler)[Took them two days for the L word to be told. (hide spoiler)]
→ Jin's father and Jin's old tribe didn't get (view spoiler)[punished for what they did to him (hide spoiler)]
→ Too little depth and action

“It was surprising to hear it from his lips, my plain, ordinary name spoken as it never had been before, with awe, lite it was sacred, like treasure. Like I was treasure.”

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⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Contains Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Contains Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Could've Been G.R.E.A.T*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Could've Been G.R.E.A.T*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*It Was Alright*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*It Was Alright*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I Just Couldn't Continue*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I Just Couldn't Continue*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might Contains Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might Contains Spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Nope, Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Nope, Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Where's The Depth?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Where's The Depth?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not For Me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Expected A Bit More*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Expected A Bit More*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“Tall, dark, and handsome?” I squeaked. “Little intimidating? Scowly, but in an ohmygod kind of way?”
Shut up. Shut up.
Before I had the chance to describe the tiny mole below the edge of the man’s lip, the barest hint of a laugh line appeared next to one of the receptionist’s eyes.
“Might it be Mr. Grange himself?”
Wellington Archibald Grange the Third. The scariest motherfucker to ever be considered a corporate raider.
The man my mother despised with every ounce of her disease-riddled body. The man who wanted to gobble up my mother’s life’s work like it was a generic box of bran cereal and shit out a shoddy version of it to sick people in need at a staggering upcharge.

Everything around me froze; even the sounds from the street traffic vanished. I read the message again in case I’d misread it the first time.
Stupidly, I felt my chin begin to wobble. I looked up at the crowds on the sidewalk. There were couples and families, groups of friends and people chatting animatedly on their phones. It was one of those moments where it seemed that everyone had someone in their lives but me.
But what had I really expected would happen? Where could things with Trace have ever gone? Trying to have any of my relationship needs met by some random stranger in a city hundreds of miles away from where I lived was ridiculous. He could be married for all I knew. Or a criminal. Or prefer DC over Marvel. I felt a gurgle of disgust escape my throat. I was pathetic.
By putting expectations on my sexy stranger after a couple of texts, I was grasping at straws.

He spoke of his own family, his European mother and his American father who’d met in college in Massachusetts before starting their family in Greenwich, Connecticut.
“Your dad’s an investment banker, right?” I asked.
Wells nodded. “He’s worked on Wall Street since before I was born. Not sure he’ll ever retire. The man’s a workaholic.”
I stared at him. “Pot, meet kettle…”
Wells snorted softly and looked away.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Needed A Whole Lot More*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Needed A Whole Lot More*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

“Watch your six,” I called as Josh reached to open the door.
“I always do.” Then he was gone and I was left with my thoughts and the steady breathing coming from the other room.
What the fuck was I going to do with him? Climbing to my feet, I walked to the open door of the guest room. Even in the darkness, I could make out the details of his face. He was handsome, but I wouldn’t put him at more than twenty-five. Too young for me. Maybe my wolf had finally gone off the deep end, thinking this one was somehow for us.
Not that it mattered. He was human and had no way to know what his smell did to my wolf. No way to know what him being in this house did to the chasm that lived in my chest. And I sure as shit was never going to tell him.
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