Novels by Dark Misha

85. Rachael. I shook my head. "You know...girl things?" My answer was vague, it wasn't enough. Ethan's eyes flashed in the rear view mirror,, and he smiled. "Yeah, it's alright. I won't pry, since it seems that important." His hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. "Oh no, I don't mean it like that—I just wanted to see it first. Lyanna's expression meant it was something serious—""Rachael, relax." His voice rumbled. "I'm not questioning you or forcing you. It's yours, right?" He waited for my answer, and I replied with a quick nod. "Good. We will be arriving at the rebuilt castle, but I doubt we will be able to live there. I've made preparations to move into a villa, last the walls.""A villa? You have a villa?" I leaned forward. Ethan's explanation about the villa being both a summer and winter house sparked curiosity. "Well, more of like a...summer house? No, winter house, sometimes it can get very cold during winter at the castle, so we move to the villa sometimes," he said

84. Rachael.I stared out the window, mesmerized by the breathtaking beauty of the summer skies. The brilliant blue stretched out before me, dotted with puffy white clouds that seemed to drift lazily across the horizon. I had been cooped up inside for too long, and the sight of the sky was like a balm to my soul. I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me as I gazed out at the endless expanse, feeling the weight of my worries slowly lift.As I sat there, lost in the beauty of the sky, I caught Ethan's eye in the rearview mirror. His gaze met mine for a brief moment, and I felt a spark of connection before he returned his attention to the road. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.The vehicle hummed smoothly along the good asphalt, the engine purring contentedly as Ethan accelerated. The sound was almost musical, a soothing melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heartbeat. I f

83. Rachael. Lyanna, Ethan and I waited patiently as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor of a secret hospital near the castle. She stood between Ethan and me, humming a song happily like she wasn't doing it on purpose. "Oh—tenth floor, this is it." She pressed the button and we walked out. As we stepped into this new wing, I was struck by the stark contrast to the previous one. The porcelain floors gleamed with a spotless shine, reflecting the high level of care and attention to detail that seemed to permeate every aspect of this facility. The atmosphere was serene, with soft lighting and plush carpets that seemed to muffle the sound of our footsteps. Maids in crisp, tailored uniforms pushed trolleys laden with fresh linens and medical supplies, their faces breaking into warm smiles as they greeted Ethan. "Good morning, Mr. Ethan!" one of them chimed, her voice friendly and welcoming. Ethan returned their greetings with a nod. He walked as if he had been here n

82. Rachael. I was surprised at Lyanna's words but I knew better than to say anything back to her. We were caught in the act. It was better to remain silent and watch how it played out. She removed the syringe and checked my stats, while Ethan watched. "She said you were leaving Ethan, aren't you leaving again?" Lyanna teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she scribbled something really fast on a jotter, her pen moving swiftly across the page."Well, I—I—" he stuttered, taken aback by her directness."Thought so," she cut him off immediately, a knowing glint in her eye. She flashed a penlight in my eyes, her movements quick and efficient, and told me to roll them, which I did, wincing slightly at the bright light.Lyanna sighed and returned the penlight to her pocket, her expression softening into a warm smile. "Okay, if you have the energy to do some fifty-shades stuff here, then you are healthy enough to be discharged tomorrow." Her words were laced with a mix of teasing an

81. Rachael. Ethan's lips crashed onto mine with an urgency that left me breathless. His kiss was intense as if he feared I'd vanish into thin air if he let me go, even for a moment. As he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over my body, the thin hospital robe swishing with each movement, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of emotions, overwhelmed by the passion and longing in his touch.Finally, I managed to break free from the kiss, gasping for air. "Ethan, I'm not running away," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire and adoration. He leaned his forehead against mine, his chest heaving with each breath. "You don't know how much I have missed you," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. The words hung in the air, filled with a depth of feeling that spoke of a longing that went far beyond physical absence. In that moment, I felt seen, felt, and cherished in a way that left me

80. Rachael. I was relocated to a new room, one that seemed to cater to my every whim and need. The VIP suite, reserved for the pack's most esteemed members, was a far cry from the sterile hospital room I'd previously occupied. The ambience was more akin to a luxury hotel, with plush furnishings and modern amenities that seemed to whisper comfort.As I settled into the spacious bed, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The soft glow of the lamps and the gentle hum of the air conditioning created a soothing atmosphere, one that seemed to lull my frazzled nerves into a state of calm. Even the IV stands as a constant reminder of my fragile state and seems less imposing in this setting.The room's décor was tasteful, with subtle patterns and muted colours that seemed to promote relaxation. I let out a deep breath, feeling my body begin to unwind. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt like I could finally start to heal, to let my guard down and allow myself to rest. B

15. Damon. (NOTE: CORRECTION OF THE LAST CHAPTER, EMMA THE WITCH HAS BEEN RENAMED TO ESTELLA DUE TO CONFLICTING NAMES WITH THE FEMALE LEAD, EMMA.)Mason and I sat tight-lipped in silence. The news was so sudden, it took some time for me to process it. On a normal day, I would have barged out that door, demanding all resources to be put into looking for her dead or alive, but I was more mature now, not that hateful child I once was. Not like all that hate was gone. I looked up, glaring at General Darius and glancing at my aunts. "Where is she?" My voice carried a sinister threat behind it. General Darius cleared his throat. "There has been a sighting of her on the outskirts of the city. In other words, she will reveal herself over time—" "So in short, we don't know where she is," Mason interrupted. General Darius narrowed his eyes and leaned back. "So what do you do? Go out there looking for her, guns blazing?" "That's the best course of action!" I slammed my palm on the table.

14. Damon. I received quite an interesting text from General Darius, the chief of war, that morning. He wanted to meet me at a location just on the buffer zone between my territory, the northern gate and the southern gate, which was my weak brother's territory. Knowing Darius well, he had a good reason for not meeting in the mansion. It was something urgent and I sensed it had to do with the recent attack. Just when I had succeeded in restoring order on my side, my incompetent brother had to let rogues into the land. I grabbed my sword and wore it a my belt. It had been quite a while since I used it. The last time I drew it was when I was quelling rebellion in the North and cutting down the criminals. I stepped out, and Carl followed close behind me. He handed me my black coat made of wolf fur. I liked to think of it as my official dress. "General Darius had arrived at the location, my lord. I have men watching from a distance." Carl's voice was low. I glanced over my shoulder

13. Emma. I walked out without looking back, the large door looking behind me. Even as I felt every gaze the guards threw my way, I never turned back. I clutched the wet towel tight in my hand, as I turned around the corridor. Any moment now, my thumping heart might explode. My knees trembled, my face felt hot. What happened inside there? It was clear as day—it was dark out here. Or, it was clear as the lights under the chandelier. I held my waist, just where he placed his hands. My body throbbed as I remembered it. Lord Mason had made a move on me.I got to the staircase and stood against the wall, slowly sliding down as I struggled to catch my breath. I clutched my chest, gasping out loud. "Unbelievable," I muttered to myself. I had seen it many times—technically, read it many times in a romance novel, but this was my first time experiencing that. What was that term? Caught in the spur of the moment? Yes, that's definitely what I could call it. But why did he stop? I was so e

12. Mason. Here I sat, on a chair bare-chested while Emma cleaned my upper body with a wet towel. She was standing directly in front of me, the faint scent of sweat mixed with her sweet body fragrance was hard to miss. "It must have been very bad, my lord. You came back with bruises, even for you." I noticed she wore black high-stockings or some form of leggings, an addition that wasn't present in the morning. It went high until it disappeared under her uniform. Her thoughtful expression, and her slightly frowning brows when she wiped my forehead.....was she always this cute? I clenched my fists. I was getting weirdly turned on by the sight. I had to focus. "Ah—" I groaned. She touched a spot on my head that felt somewhat raw, like touching an overly matured pimple. "You got dirt in your wound, my lord. It closed up and now there are some stones stuck inside," she said under her breath as she cleaned. "Don't worry about that. My body will absorb the particles and break it do

11. Mason. I got down from the armoured vehicle and stormed straight to the mansion. We ditched the van, since it wasn't a safe option after the terrorist attack. My jacket, I discarded a long time ago leaving me only with a dusty turtleneck sweater. My annoying twin brother was waiting at the entrance of the mansion. Carl was also there. Good, he will have to hold his boy back because I would not hesitate to strike his Alpha down if it came to blows with him. Even if he was my twin brother. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our favourite compassionate Alpha," Damon mocked me. I stormed past him and continued in the corridor. I had no time for him, the situation room was much more important. "What's that? Cat got your tongue?" Damon followed close behind. He didn't mind that he was following me into my side of the mansion. I turned back and pointed at him. "Don't you dare, mock me. I'm in a foul mood as it is!" My voice, low and steady, carried a silent threat. I hissed and turne

10. Mason. Damien eased the black van into a tight parking space as I peered outside. It was my fourth time outside, undercover as a normal civilian. I did that from time to time, so I could relate to the issue my people were facing. Damien popped the handbrake, activating the parking brake and stared at me. "I repeat for the hundredth time, I don't think this is a good idea, my Lord." I arranged my hood and stared at him, a hint of amusement playing in my eyes. "You are always complaining, Damien. A few years with me and I haven't influenced you enough?" I pulled open the door and stepped outside. The scent of fresh bread wafted past my nose, from a nearby bakery. "My lord, your mask!" Damien gasped and scrambled out the other side. I stared around, and aside from the civilians walking around without a care for the world, I could see my protective detail watching me a hundred meters away. I rolled my eyes and shook my head; they could have been less obvious about it. "My lord,