Novels by ezehsharon0.15

“A greedy man is the easiest to bleed, you just let him cut his own throat.”—Sh.Zayen~•“To all the Direwolf ancestors and elders—I hope this fucking burns.” That was the line echoing in my head as I watched the little Dacian princess walk in. Her black dress cascaded across the ground, making her look pure and yet so unfortunate it almost made me rethink the idea.Key word: almost.The moment her eyes met mine, they went both cold and frightened. Who knew a harmless joke I’d made the previous day could leave her this shaken?Her father took her hand and led her up to the altar where I stood. The greedy bastard loved the idea of assets more than his own daughter. Couldn’t say I complained—it worked in my favor.“Would you, Rivera Dacian, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband—in pride and shame, blessings and curses?”She looked at her family one last time, surrounded by fellow Direwolves. This was the first reunion in history—some might even say we’d fucked the moon goddess o

“The phrase ‘how could it get any worse?’ had clearly never met Rivera Dacian.”—Sh.Rivera.My breath still hitched from his presence even though he’d left seconds ago.This was the man I was supposed to call my husband. Sleep beside and have children for.Hadn’t the moon goddess punished me enough?Swallowing, I made my way back into the house. Except for the two guards by the gate, the place was cleared out.It didn’t help that I didn’t know my way around and couldn’t ask for directions, at least, not without earning a suspicious glare.I wandered for another thirty minutes, every hallway starting to look the same. The silence was oppressive, and thick enough to make my own breathing sound too loud.Finally, an older woman appeared from a side corridor, head bowed so low I could barely see her eyes.“Follow me.”I did. She led me to the top floor, where there was only one master room..She didn’t enter, just stopped at the door, nodded once, and left.The room was expansive and beau

❝No one is born powerful, you either inherit it by bloodine, or carve it out of someone else’s corpse.❞ Rivera. “Find her, search the compound thoroughly.” Papa growled, and the man immediately sprinted out of the room. Papa's eyes pinned me next. “Where is Rhea?” He asked. I shook my head, throat dry. “I d-don’t—” “Is this some kind of joke? A runaway bride?” Zorah’s voice cut across room, then she stepped pass me. “What was the point of all this then?” My gaze darted between Papa and Zayen. The former looked like a storm brewing; the latter had his jaw clenched like it might crack. “I’m sure she’ll be here any minute,” Nonna spoke up, her voice trying for lightness. “You know these young women nowadays… It’s her wedding, maybe she just needed air.” But even she didn’t believe what she was saying. You could hear it in the way her words hesitated, trailing off into nothing. Then the guard returned. Alone. His chest heaved with

❝Deals made over wine always end in blood.❞—Sh.Rivera.The last thing I heard when Zayen stood, drawing his gun back into his pocket, was the sound of a body heating the ground and a sick, warm feeling of something cold against my hands—Blood. Zayen sat back down with eerie calm, adjusted his tie like he hadn’t just executed someone in cold blood, “Shall we continue now?”No one needed another warning. They all retracted their guns, slowly nodded, then took their seats.Slowly, I moved my head. From the sides, I could see a pool of blood from a now lifeless body spreading under the table. I shifted slightly to get a good look but before I could fully tilt my head to see the limp body collapsed between two chairs before Father cleared his throat. I looked at him still shaking. “Eat your meal.” He whispered, sending the most deadly glare my way. He looked at my plate, I didn't dare protest and immediately picked up my fork, sticking it back into the pork on my plate,

“Everyone in the Rosta coast knows the rules: stay in your lane, bow to the Dacians, and never cross the Morozov.”—Sh.“Excuse me?” I asked, just to make sure I’d heard him right.He didn’t blink still. Just let his eyes rake over me again. I suddenly felt underdressed. I didn’t dress to impress, just a simple dinner dress with a low slit. His grey eyes finally stopped assessing me. “If you’re going to sneak around after my brother like some starved little omega,” he flatly, “at least have the decency to do it outside my home.”My throat dried instantly.I wasn’t sure what burned more, his words or the way he said them, low and unimpressed, as though I was some stain he couldn’t wait to just have scrubbed off his balcony.“I wasn’t—” I started, but he flicked his wrist, silencing me. Dropped the cigarette. Crushed it beneath his heel. Then walked right past me. He didn’t bump into me. Though our bodies didn't touch, his scent hit me anyways.I swallowed the moment whole, breath

“People like us don't get fated mates, we inherit curses, and marry enemies dressed as husbands.”—Sh.Rivera. I could barely hear myself think as Nonna’s voice bounced off the marble walls of our estate, her temper tearing through the house like a loaded gun.This was my rebellious stage. Or so she claimed after her daily debrief with Mama, who had the emotional range that was all over the place.“You need to stop acting so immature!” she snapped, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at me from across the foyer. “Because staying out late in this family is how girls end up dead or worse.”All I’d done was stay an hour after my music class spending a tinsy bit of time with Nicklai, but they didn’t have to know that. But Good heavens from the way my brother Rico had looked at me when I walked in, you'd think I’d burned down a pack temple.“You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere without informing Rico and Sean,” My mama hissed. “It’s dangerous out there alone. Imagine wh