Novelas de Barbie

Jason’s POVI looked up at the figure standing at the door.He was frozen, clearly shocked as his gaze shifted between me, the bloodied torture tools, the unconscious naked bitch tied to the chair, and my pets still crawling over her trembling body.I returned my attention to cleaning the tools in my hands, stained with her filthy blood with the cloth from my toolbox."I was just getting some useful information out of her," I said casually.Lucian stepped inside, his eyes sweeping over her pale, limp form. Her body was covered in red, swollen bite marks, mingling with old scars and the new wounds I had carved into her skin."Is she dead?" he asked."My pets aren’t venomous," I replied, not looking up. "Their bites won’t kill her. But I can’t say if her soul had fled the moment she saw them so closely."I pulled the long needle from her toe and wiped it clean, placing it neatly into its place in the box along with other tools.Lucian checked her pulse at her neck and sighed a relief. "

Jason’s POVAs I walked toward her, fear crept into her eyes. She began struggling against the restraints, desperate to free herself—but it was useless."Have you ever watched spiders up close?" I asked, stopping in front of her. "Ever felt them crawling over your skin, then bite you as if they want to eat you alive?""No... I’m afraid of spiders... please, keep them away..." she finally broke, her voice trembling.The reaction I had been waiting for, and I hadn’t even released my pets yet."I won’t—if you answer my questions," I said calmly, kneeling before her. I set the cage on the floor by her feet, fingers gripping the latch, ready to open it."I told you the truth... I truly don’t know..." she gasped, her words rattled by the weight of her phobia."Well then," I muttered, and lifted the lid.One spider at a time, I took them out and placed them near her feet. They twitched and shifted, slowly crawling forward.She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, I

Jason’s POVThat bitch continued to sleep the entire day after she was saved from the allergic reaction.I had cuffed her wrist so she wouldn’t pull any stunt, especially with Roman not around to keep watch on her. And I had no interest in staying by her side and ruining my mood, despite Kael told me to take care of her.Though unwilling, I brought food for her, but she didn’t eat any, and I didn’t insist. The food lay untouched on the coffee table.Night arrived, and it was time to execute the plan I had for that bitch. But I had to tread carefully to not let any of my mate brothers know what I was up to.Kael returned home late after finishing his work at the office and went straight to his room after having dinner with me and Lucian. Once Kael was in his room, he never came out till morning unless there was an emergency which strictly required his attention.Lucian had gone out to inspect the pack’s perimeter security. He wouldn’t be back anytime soon.Roman still hadn’t returned,

Kael’s POVI hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. That was why I hadn’t intervened when Lucian and Jason started provoking Roman. It was something common among the five of us, tossing around jabs and insults in the name of friendly banter.But now that Roman had left in anger, I regretted not stopping those two—since they only listen to me.I turned to Rafe. "Go after Roman."Before Rafe could even respond, Lucian spoke up. "I’ll get him.""No," I said firmly, locking eyes with him, daring him to challenge me. "You are not going to him."Lucian obeyed quietly, and then I looked at Jason, who also preferred to keep silent.I wasn’t just the Alpha of this pack. These four had submitted to me completely, binding themselves to me when we became mate-brothers. Their loyalty gave me full authority over them, and when I was serious, not one of them dared defy me. But above all, they were my friends first. I respected their choices and gave them complete freedom—until the moment thin

Eira’s POVAfter drinking the porridge, it didn’t take long for my body to react. My skin began to itch, a raw discomfort spreading across my chest. Breathing grew heavier with each passing second.Despite the growing tightness in my lungs and the burning beneath my skin, a faint smile played on my lips.’I’m going to meet Alice.’I curled up in the bed, ready for the end. Darkness began to cloud the edges of my mind, pulling me gently toward the abyss. I was dying. Finally.At the final moment of life, what does a person think about? Perhaps not of regrets or pain. Maybe they think of the memories they cherished the most.My subconscious drifted six years back into the past, the day when Alice took me to her home for the first time.But I didn’t know that day would lead me to him, the one who stole my heart the moment I saw him.Alice and I stood in front of the cozy-looking cottage home, surrounded by a beautiful greenery. The air was fresh, touched by the first chill of approaching

Roman’s POVI left the room, leaving her to eat quietly.I had no will to stare at her while suppressing the anger boiling inside after she admitted her doings from the past. But she didn’t tell me why she did it.There were many conclusions made about her actions, but it was hard to decide which one was right. The right answer—only she could tell us.My mind was full of thoughts about the conversation between us as I continued to walk toward the dining room, where the other four were waiting for me to have a meal with them.When we spoke about Kaizan, her reaction had caught me off guard. The way she claimed not to know him... it had almost felt genuine. Her eyes, wide and innocent, had looked just like they did in the past, as if she were incapable of lying.She was truly skilled at deceiving, even now.And yet... her words still echoed in my head.I was framed.She didn’t looked like she was lying. But we had solid evidence and she also didn’t deny killing Alice. All of us saw the

EIGHT YEARS LATER.On the warm night of a summer full moon—when King Cronus was away from Crystalla doing business with other kingdoms—Markus and Dene decided to take the children camping.Thanks to the resources the castle afforded them, Markus and his family had everything they needed for a night out or two.Camping within the outer limits of the castle, they could experience nature up close and personal. In a way the demon felt his children would quite enjoy.Once Markus set up the fire, Dene brought forth a variety of prepared ingredients and loaded them into a pot for stew. The selkie hung the pot over the fire and sat back as the aromatic mixture of herbs, spices, vegetables, and meats came to a boil.Beside him, three children watched his every move like hawks.Oren, Lilith, and Ares.Markus never imagined they’d have twins, but after Cronus’ enthronement and the birth of their first born, that’s exactly what happened.Life had been quite busy for the family since then. Raising

CRONUS THE DAY OF CRONUS’ ENTHRONEMENT ARRIVED LIKE SPRING.His transition from prince to king soothed the unease unleashed upon the kingdom by the passing of his father. Hope glistened on the horizon, and soon, Crystalla would enter a new rule defined by Cronus’ leadership.After the birth of their child, Oren, Cronus enlisted the help of Bloodborne’s ruler, Lord Summers, in locating the portal Jarris spoke of. To their dismay, they discovered many of the councilman’s followers had already traversed to the other side—rendering the portal impossible to close.They would instead have to go to the other side and eradicate them personally.To deal with the threat, Cronus sent word to the other kingdoms. Soon, they would put together task forces and send them after the traitorous bastards.In the meantime, the kingdom could breathe again—if only for a short spell.But even with those challenges on the horizon, Cronus held his head high, exuding an air of confidence. With the crown atop h

DENE MARKUS AND CRONUS APPEARED AT HIS BEDSIDE AS THE WORST OF THE PAIN KNOCKED THE BREATH OUT OF DENE’S LUNGS.“Where have you been?!” cried one of the Fae preparing to operate on Dene.“It’s complicated,” Markus told her.“Sure it is.” A silver-tongued woman with white hair pointed a scalpel toward the selkie’s mates and scowled. “Can you believe this rubbish excuse?” She directed her question to Cronus’ mother who sat at Dene’s bedside with a worried look in her eyes.“We were attacked by Jarris,” Cronus told them.“What?!” Dene and Cronus’ mother cried simultaneously.“We’ll explain later. Right now, what’s important is Dene and our baby.”Markus and Cronus stood on both sides of the delivery table, each holding one of Dene’s hands. Sweat trickled down his brow and dripped from his nose and chin as waves of pain rolled over him, shocking his senses.“It’s time,” the white-haired surgeon announced, grabbing several of her tools. “Prepare yourself.”Dene nodded.He’d long decided t

MARKUS DESPAIR.The feeling permeated Markus’ mind.Kill. Kill. Kill.The demon within him fought to take control of his body. But suddenly Cronus grabbed his ankle, pulling him back into the present moment and out of his head.Even in the worst of times, his mate continued to fight for them. To protect them. The Fae’s resilience purified the demon’s rage into courage, determination, and a fierce belief they would survive to see Dene and their child.He considered transporting Cronus and himself out of the catacombs, but knew the magic would just follow them wherever they escaped to.He wracked his brain for a solution.As he considered and weighed their options, the floor above them rumbled. Across from them, a piece of the floor collapsed. Light poured in from above, illuminating the darkness.But with the rupture came immediate fears of the wisps escaping and threatening others.I have to do something about that now! He realized.Ignoring the battered shape he was in, Markus summo

CRONUS THE DARKNESS SWALLOWED CRONUS AND MARKUS AS THEY FELL INTO THE CATACOMBS BELOW.Unable to see, the two of them careened toward the ground. Cronus clung to Markus, waiting for the best moment to cast a spell that would buffer their fall. That moment never arrived.Instead, tendrils from below wrapped around their ankles and yanked them toward the ground.The two of them crashed onto a pile of abandoned, worn tools that stabbed and sliced Cronus’ skin as he cushioned their blow with his body.He cried out in pain as his vision blurred from the shock.This is just like that dream, he realized, horrified.Markus collided into the prince, doubling his mate’s agony. Dazed, the demon scrambled to get off of Cronus. “I can smell your blood. How injured are you?”“I can still fight,” Cronus gritted out.But if things panned out like they had in his nightmare, would Cronus be able to pull through and defeat Jarris on his own?He didn’t know how useful he would be, but the Fae decided to

CRONUS THE DOOR CREAKED AS CRONUS AND MARKUS ENTERED THE COUNCILMAN’S OFFICE.The two men entered the room with haste and closed the door behind them.“We only have a small window of time,” he warned.“I know. Just... let me focus.”Cronus squeezed his mate’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “You’re the best.”Markus smiled at him and winked. “I know that, too.”“Of course you do. Now work your demon magic.”“I love it when you tell me what to do.”A shiver crawled up Cronus’ back. “Focus, Mars. We can’t get freaky in the councilman’s study.”“Yeah, yeah.”As the demon set to work, Cronus scanned the perimeter of the room.He ran his hand along the wall as he used his own magic as a honing device for anything hidden from plain sight—a technique he’d used often over the years.The small study—equipped with the bare essentials at Jarris’ request— appeared ordinary at first glance, but something about it felt off to Cronus.As he passed a bookshelf, a sharp sensation shot through his fing