womenstennis

Y’all know how the old stories go.
          
          Sometimes nothing happens for years. The river keeps running where it’s always run. The mountains stay put. The same crows sit on the same fence posts and watch the same road.
          
          Then one day, without so much as a warning, fate reaches down and puts its thumb on the scale.
          
          I’ve only been gone a couple weeks, but it seems the Weave took advantage of the silence.
          
          The stories are still here. Restless things. They’re pacing circles around my desk, tugging at my sleeves, reminding me that there are promises yet to keep and endings yet to write.
          
          So the chapters are coming back.
          
          Soon.
          
          As for the rest of it… well.
          
          Sometimes a thread stops wandering.
          
          Sometimes it finds the place it was always meant to be tied.

Hey girly! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your writing and your books. This might sound a little random, but growing up, I always heard stories like the ones you write. I'm Mexican, and my grandma would tell us spooky stories about spirits, legends, and all kinds of things. There was always this sense of mystery and whimsy that made those stories feel magical instead of scary.
          Reading your books reminds me so much of those moments. They bring back that same feeling of wonder, nostalgia, and comfort that I had as a kid listening to my grandma. It feels like stepping back into my childhood and hearing those stories all over again.
          I know they're fanfiction, but thank you for writing something that feels so special and familiar.

can you do another bella and jake book please

Jake and Leah or Jake and Alice?

Hello, I just wanted to let you know I love you're Sam Uley books. I read Second Skin in two days and devoured the chapters of Homegrown! They are by far two of my favorite stories even if Homegrown isn't completed. Your Wolf Pack books are some of mt favorites! Keep up the amazing work, darling ♥️

What book is next to be updated? Thank you for finishing Paul and Larks story. It was absolutely beautiful and brilliant like all your other stories. Your writing is amazing and so very inspiring and touching. 

Well, darlings.
          
          The last thread has been tied.
          
          The final knot has been pulled tight.
          
          Paul Lahote and Lark’s story is officially over.
          
          And somewhere, if you listen hard enough, the ancestors are settling back into their rocking chairs. The old healer has gone home. The wolves have stopped running. The mountains have gone quiet.
          
          For now.
          
          When this story began, it was never really about battles or vampires or fate. It was about a boy born with too much fire in his blood and a girl carrying enough kindness to break herself apart for everyone she loved. It was about old promises and older magic. About grief and devotion and choosing each other again and again, even when the world gave them every reason not to.
          
          Some stories end with answers.
          
          This one ends with echoes.
          
          With the sound of a blessing carried on cedar smoke.
          
          With laughter drifting from a kitchen long after midnight.
          
          With the knowledge that somewhere in the dark woods of La Push, the weave is still working. Still watching. Still threading together the lives of children who have not yet realized their futures are already brushing against one another.
          
          Because endings are funny things.
          
          They look an awful lot like beginnings when viewed from the right angle.
          
          Thank you for loving these characters with me. Thank you for crying with them, laughing with them, yelling at them, and carrying them through every impossible choice they had to make.
          
          The final chapter has been written.
          
          The last page has been turned.
          
          And the weave, as it always does, remembers.
          
          Sleep well, little wolves.
          
          The story is finished.
          
          But the woods are still awake.

Friends.
          
          The river is almost at the sea.
          
          Wednesday, Paul and Lark’s story comes to an end.
          
          And somewhere in the dark between tonight and then, two wolves are standing in the woods with fire in their hands, trying to change something the ancestors themselves swore could not be changed.
          
          The old gods are watching.
          
          The mountain is watching.
          
          The river is holding its breath.
          
          And if you’ve been paying attention, you already know this story has never really been about vampires.
          
          Or wolves.
          
          Or even fate.
          
          It’s been about one question: What happens when love looks destiny in the eye and refuses to move?
          
          Wednesday, you’ll get your answer.
          
          You’ll learn whether the future can truly be rewritten.
          
          You’ll learn what becomes of a healer who was never supposed to survive.
          
          You’ll learn whether the fire-hearted wolf finally gets everything he’s spent a lifetime fighting for.
          
          And you’ll learn why some stories are remembered long after the people inside them are gone.
          
          I have laughed writing this ending.
          
          I have cried writing this ending.
          
          And somewhere along the way, these characters stopped feeling like characters and started feeling like old friends.
          
          So if you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you.
          
          One last journey.
          
          One last fire.
          
          One last run through the woods.
          
          And then we’ll find out whether the river wins.
          
          Or if, this time, the wolves do. 

Hey, I just wanted to ask if Thunder is a completed story, or still being updated?

The mountain has gone quiet.
          
          And if you've been paying attention, you know that's never a good sign.
          
          For a long time now, the wolves have been healing. They've been laughing. Falling in love. Burying their dead. Finding their way home to each other.
          
          But old stories don't end because people are finally happy. Sometimes that's exactly when they begin collecting their debts.
          
          The river is moving faster.
          
          The ancestors are watching closer.
          
          And somewhere beyond the edges of what the pack can see, something impossible has already taken its first breath.
          
          Paul and Lark's story is nearing its end.
          
          Not because love is ending.
          
          Because fate has finally caught up.
          
          And trust me, my sweet readers—you are not ready for what comes next.