Black Ops 3 Easter Egg The Giant Novels & Stories

"Cara Mia, fighting this won’t help. You were made for us..." Kai’s fingers cupped her cheek, one hand sliding up her thigh as he stepped closer. His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps on her skin. She gasped softly, but before she could answer, Fynn’s strong hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into his hard chest. His lips were hot against her neck, making her weak in the knees. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Vienna’s heart pounded as the bond snapped into place- once, then twice. Its force was undeniable, overwhelming– pulling her in two different directions. “Two mates? That’s impossible!” “How can she survive loving them both?” “She’ll be torn apart, no werewolf can survive this!” She stood between the twin Alphas, unsure of what to do next. What kind of existence was she cursed to? “You belong to us, Vienna! And we won’t let you go.” **** Vienna’s world was already shattered when she caught her boyfriend, Asher, with her stepsister on her 21st birthday—the day she hoped the Moon Goddess would reveal Asher as her true mate! Desperate to reclaim control, she kisses a stranger in a reckless act of revenge. Only to find out that not only is her mysterious kisser her new professor, but he also has an identical twin! The initial betrayal and chaos pales in comparison to the storm Vienna has stepped into. Why has Vienna been fated to two men instead of one? What secrets do these twins come with? And why has she never been able to communicate with her wolf? Could the answer to everything lie in the bond between her and her two destined mates…? (All rights for the cover belong to the original creator.)

I was an ordinary mortal girl who lived at the foot of Mount Olympus. Caelum, King of the Gods, descended from the heavens for me once, transforming himself into a shower of gold. He took me to the peak of Olympus over every other god’s objection. He built a shrine on the mountain that belonged to me alone, every god on Olympus knew the same truth: I was the only mortal love of Caelum’s endless life. Then I gave birth to our daughter, Nia. The Fates declared her a cursed child whose existence would bring disaster to the gods, and Nia and I were sent back down to the small cottage at the foot of the mountain. Seraphina, Goddess of Flame, said she could help cleanse Nia of the curse, and with Caelum’s quiet consent she came every month and burned my daughter with divine fire. Nia screamed under that fire, sobbing for me . I ran into the temple to beg Caelum to stop it, and I found him in bed with Seraphina. The pure, holy Goddess of Flame was moaning beneath him. They threw me into the depths of Tartarus, where Seraphina handed me over to the Erinyes to be torn apart day after day. When Nia turned five, they finally let me out, but by then my Nia had been burned to ash. The day I was gathering her ashes, the message stone in my room suddenly lit up, and a projection flickered out of it: Caelum, as he had been five years ago. His eyes were full of joy and anticipation, and his voice was so gentle it almost made me believe time had folded back on itself. “Sweetheart, is it a boy or a girl? Did our child inherit my power?” In the projection his expression shifted, and the smile froze on his face. That was when the door of my room was pushed open, and the present-day Caelum, five years older than the man in the stone, strode inside. I turned the message stone around so the Caelum from five years ago could see Nia’s urn with his own eyes. “It’s a girl,” I said. “But she didn’t live long enough to inherit your power. She was burned to ash.”

After losing her mother, Cassandra Laurel's life becomes a nightmare under her cruel stepmother, Loreen. Desperate to throw Cass out of the family mansion, Loreen forces her into a sudden marriage with a dirty street beggar named Liam Lucas Javier. Because of a strict family rule, Cass has no choice but to leave her comfortable life behind and move into Liam’s broken-down apartment in the slums. At first, Cass expects the worst. But the longer she stays with her new husband, the more she realizes that something is terribly wrong with this picture. Cass tries hard to find the truth while working to become a fashion model. At the same time, her mean stepmother plans a bad trick to ruin her name and steal her money. Cass must face the lies, fight her stepmother's tricks, and follow her mysterious husband into a world of secrets—only to find out that her husband, a beggar, is a billionaire.

“Be my Luna, marry me or die.” That was the first thing Alpha Rael Kade said to me. I was buried alive by my husband after I caught him screwing my best friend and my so-called sister. Now I'm in the arms of a man who kills without mercy but touches me like I belong to him. He says I'm his mate. He claims I was fated to be his, and when he’s close, I forget how to say no. But power comes at a price, and the humans who tried to destroy me are about to learn I don’t kneel; I bite.

After I married into a rich family as my older sister's stand-in, my powerful husband didn't touch me for six months. Then I overheard his friend. "You chased her ten years just to marry her, and you still won't touch her?" He looked down, smiling bitter. "I have a problem... I'm scared I'd scare her off." That night I stormed into his room and slapped the divorce papers on the nightstand. "Two choices—sleep with me or sign." He ripped the papers apart and pinned me to the wall, something wild breaking loose in his eyes. "Third choice... I make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow."

I used to be treated like a princess in Lumenclaw Pack. But the first day after my eighteenth birthday, my Alpha dad brought home a charity case—Callie from the welfare center. Everything flipped. Ryell, my own brother, ditched me for her. Jovan, my future mate? Shielded her. Even Dad called her sweet, kind—"a thousand times better than you." Graduation Day. Strike 101. They picked her. Again. "Aren't I your real family?" Dad hesitated—but only to hide Callie behind him like some precious thing. Her fake tears. His real slap. "Such a petty wolf. I wish I'd never had you." Ryell sneered, "Having a sister like you makes me sick. Get out!" I didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just packed and walked. They thought I'd break like always—cry, forgive, crawl back. But not this time. I called my mom. Took her offer. Moved to her distant pack. If they wanted me gone, wish granted. So why the hell did they come begging when they realized I meant it?

After giving birth, I lost my beauty when I started adding weight in all the wrong places. Stretch marks. A soft stomach. Tired eyes. The same body that carried our child became the body my husband couldn’t stand to look at. “I can’t take you anywhere like this.” That was what Marcus Hawthorne my powerful, untouchable CEO husband said the night he stopped bringing me to events. The whispers followed after that. She let herself go. He deserves better. How embarrassing for a man like him. I heard them all. And Marcus? He never defended me. Instead, he grew colder, crueler and distant everyday. The same man I sacrificed my everything for made me feel like I was no longer worth loving. And when tragedy struck and I lost the only thing keeping me togheter —our child. I realized the bitter truth not only was I meant to grieve a failed marriage alone but a dead child too because Marcus didn't hesitate to replace us with his new family. And that was my breaking point. Determined to start all over I fled the country for my sanity. Worked on the body that once made me hate my reflection. Rebuilt the career I had abandoned for love. Became the successful woman I was always meant to be. Now, seven years later, I’m back. And guess who can’t take his eyes off me? Marcus. Only, he isn't the man I left behind. Haunted by a serious problem that only I can help him with he’s willing to do anything to get me back. But here’s the problem. The woman who would have forgiven him no longer exists. And the woman standing here now? Isn’t sure she wants anything to do with him ever again.

On the day Mateo was crowned as the Alpha King of the Eastern Packs, I learned that my remaining wolf's power was depleted and that the silver curse would eventually take my life. During the coronation ceremony, the Grand Elder asked Mateo who he regretted losing the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered, listening to his cold voice through the phone: "When I got hurt, after you left me thinking I wasn't Alpha anymore, did you ever regret it?" Looking at the astronomical bill for another month's supply of moonwort potion, I laughed softly: "Mateo, since you're so powerful now, could you lend me 500,000 for the treatment?" The line went dead instantly. On the live broadcast, I watched as his face turned to ice: "Now I have no regrets." He didn't know that seven years ago, when that cursed silver dagger was killing him, I had secretly channeled my wolf's power to him, taking the curse upon myself.

At another Sunday dinner at the Bellandi estate, Luca Bellandi's assistant, Ava Marino, was sitting in my seat. It was the first chair to Luca's right at the long walnut table, the seat everyone in Chicago's underworld knew belonged to Mrs. Bellandi. Ava sat there as if she had been born into it, her pale wrist brushing Luca's sleeve while she poured his wine. I stood in the doorway and looked at him. "She's in my seat. You don't have anything to say?" Luca raised his eyes. "You were late. Don't blame someone else for sitting down first. There are empty chairs over there. Sit if you want. If not, get out." The dining room went dead quiet, and before I could answer, his thoughts slipped into my ears. [Vivi, don't go. Come sit beside me. Tell them it's your seat. Tell me you still want to be my wife.] [Please get mad. Please care. Say you need me, and I'll give you the whole world.] In the past, those soft, trembling thoughts would have been enough. I would've swallowed the insult and stayed beside him like a loyal dog that didn't know when to leave. This time, I didn't. I slipped the wedding ring off my finger and laid it on the table. "If the Bellandi family can't even keep a wife's seat for me, then I guess this family doesn't need a wife anymore. Luca, let's get divorced."

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "Today is my wedding day, and you come wearing a white dress! How dare you come and make trouble?" Hazel did not say anything. She just gave Hazel a sharp gaze. She could feel Hazel's palpable anger. However, there also seemed to be a hint of panic in her expression. Pleased, Hazel laughed. "What's wrong? Are you afraid, Miss Steve? Seems like you fear me after all!" She grinned. "I am not here to make any trouble, but to steal your groom."