Novelas de FLEGRA FLEGRA

My heartbeat refused to cooperate. It hammered against my ribs. A frantic, erratic rhythm.I followed the broad line of Alexander’s shoulders down a quiet hallway. The corridor was lined with framed military photographs. Medals locked away in pristine glass cases. And quiet landscape paintings that seemed to be trying—and failing—to soften the severe, disciplined aura of the floor.The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable. It was... thick.Heavy. Like every footstep echoed a little too loudly.Like the air itself was holding its breath. We stopped outside a massive, dark wooden door. Alexander pushed it open with effortless ease. He stepped aside, his tall frame taking up entirely too much space. "After you." I hesitated for half a second. My lungs tight. Then, I forced myself to walk in.The office was spacious but surprisingl

*Grace's pov*I never imagined signing a marriage contract would require me to dress nicely.Yet there I was.Standing in front of my bedroom mirror for what felt like the hundredth time.I smoothed the wrinkles from my cream-colored blouse before looking at myself again.Too formal.Too casual.Too... nervous.Definitely too nervous.I sighed."This isn't even a real marriage yet, Grace," I muttered to my reflection. "You're just discussing it."Somehow that didn't make my feel any better.Downstairs, the smell of toasted bread drifted through the house.Normally, Dad would already be in the kitchen, humming while making breakfast and insisting I eat one more pancake than any normal human being should.Today...The kitchen was empty.The silence felt wrong.Dad was still in the hospital.The doctors wanted to observe him f

The third-floor hallway of the nursing building was absolute chaos, as usual. It was Monday morning. Students rushed in every direction, heavy backpacks swinging, voices overlapping into one giant, panic-induced wall of noise that I had learned to tune out years ago. The smell of cheap vending-machine coffee and sterile floor cleaner hung heavily in the air. I ducked under a stressed-out student's elbow and made it to my dented metal locker, spinning the combination with practiced ease. "Grace!" I didn't even need to turn around. "Morning, Mia." Mia Chen appeared beside me like she had been physically teleported through the floorboards. Her dark hair was bouncing in a high ponytail, her bright purple scrubs were somehow perfectly unwrinkled, and her eyes were wide with the kind of chaotic energy that should have been illegal before 8:00 AM. "You will not believe what happened last night," Mia announced, leaning against the locker next to mine with her arms crossed and a wicked

The VIP Cardiology Wing of the Central Military Hospital did not look, smell, or feel like a hospital. There were no chaotic waiting rooms. No shouting doctors. No flickering fluorescent lights. The floors were polished marble, the air smelled faintly of cedar and expensive antiseptic, and highly trained military guards stood at attention at the end of every corridor. When the elevator doors slid open, every single guard immediately snapped a razor-sharp salute. "General," they echoed in unison. Alexander didn't break his stride. He gave a single, curt nod, walking beside me with his hands clasped behind his back. I stuck close to his side, feeling entirely out of place in my wrinkled jeans and oversized sweater. I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten. My entire body was running on pure adrenaline and the desperate need to see my father. Alexander stopped outside Suite 1. He didn't knock. He just pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped aside to let me enter. My breath caught in my t

The interior of the armored SUV was incredibly quiet. The thick, bulletproof glass completely blocked out the sound of the pouring rain and the chaotic city traffic. The General picked me up from my home by 8;am to go see his grandmother I sat rigidly in the backseat, clutching my damp jacket. General Alexander Reeves sat exactly two feet away from me. He took up so much space. He wasn't doing it on purpose, but his broad shoulders and the sheer, dominating energy rolling off him made the spacious backseat feel like a tiny, suffocating box. I swallowed hard. We were heading to his grandmother's estate. I needed to know what I was walking into. I needed to be brave. I was twenty-two, a nursing student, and about to pretend to be the fiancée of the most terrifying man in the country. I squared my shoulders, gripping my knees. "G-General?" He didn't look at me. His eyes remained fixed on the secure military tablet in his lap. "Alexander." I blinked. "What?" "If we are engaged, yo

At exactly 0430 hours, the sharp, singular beep of the alarm echoed through the master bedroom of the Reeves Estate. It never beeped twice. General Alexander Reeves was already awake. He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, his movements mechanical and entirely without hesitation. Within two minutes, he was dressed in pitch-black training gear. The estate was completely dark. The marble hallways were silent. The staff wouldn't begin their morning routines for another hour, moving like ghosts to avoid disturbing the quiet.Outside, the air was biting cold, the dawn barely a faint gray smudge on the horizon. Alexander began his run.Ten kilometers. No music. No phone. No distractions. His pace was punishing, relentless, and perfectly consistent. As he ran past the estate’s heavy iron gates, the elite security guards stationed at the perimeter immediately snapped into rigid attention. None of them greeted him. No one dared interrupt the General when he was in his ele