Novelas de Sada Vii

“I was never supposed to be reborn or even brought back as Helene even then. All of this started because of me. This madness would never have happened if I had stayed dead, and now, I’m ready to rectify everything.” I placed a hand on my stomach. “Please spare my pup. It’s yet to fully develop as it is. Please leave everyone alone. I’m willing to sacrifice my life instead. I should never have been allowed to live as it is.”Esmeralda giggled. It was a soft, eerie sound that soon built into full-blown laughter. “Did you really think my mothers and sisters didn’t consider that? Your foolish mate would just drag you back again. And even if he didn’t,” she tilted her head, eyes glinting, “ There’s nothing more potent than a child’s soul. Now pay up!”“Stop.”The single word cut through the room like a blade. Jenna stepped forward, clutching the book tighter. Her eyes burned with a light fiercer than I had ever seen. What exactly was running through her mind now?“I’ll do it,” she announced

Samiya’s POVMeidran’s disguise screamed the word Joker to any who dared to stare for too long, but that was his problem and had nothing to do with me.The odds that Zain had placed a bounty on Meidran’s head were beyond high, and I didn’t plan on taking any detours on our way to the castle. Luckily for us, Esmeralda had a wide variety of wigs, gowns, and cloaks at her disposal. Perfect for Meidran to put on and hide any traces of him in this cabin.“To think that we wanted this fool,” Scarlet snorted when Meidran stepped out.Meidran was dressed in a long, teal-green gown, and over that was a black cloak. Long brown curls framed his face, bringing out a feminine side he did not have. And to make things more interesting, he had red lipstick on. Meidran's lips bent into a scowl that I wasn’t sure was going to be leaving anytime soon. The stubble on his cheek didn’t help with his appearance either, and his broad, hairy chest peeked through the tight gown. He looked absolutely perfect!A

Samiya’s POVA pregnant slave. That was what I was.For the past four days, Esmeralda fed me like a baby pig she was getting ready to sell. My bedroom had also been upgraded from the small corner of the cabin where the floor served as both my chair and bed; now I had a real bedroom. It was nothing like the one that Zain and I shared in the castle, but it was an upgrade nonetheless.Meidran was the enslaver.He ensured that I did everything according to Esmeralda’s wishes, and although I fought back on the first day, when Esmeralda landed a hard slap across my face and held a knife up as she threatened to make the sacrifice, then and there, I learned to comply.Compliance was not always a weakness. It was something I had recently come to learn.Every night since my capture, Esmeralda would visit me and complain about how wrongly the witches had been treated when they were the ones who helped make Etrana what it was today. I had no choice but to listen, of course. Fortunately for me, th

Zain’s POVAll of my resources were used in finding Samiya, and yet I had nothing.Four long, treacherous days had gone by, and still, I had nothing.I traveled along with my guards to where the run-down cabin should have been, but in its place, we found nothing except for a vast and empty space. We searched every area close to where I was so sure the cabin should have been located, but still, we found nothing. It started to look like I imagined the entire thing.My nights were filled with me drawing up possible hiding places where Esmeralda might have kept Samiya, while my mornings were filled with anger, and for the first time in my life, I wished for nothing more than for Ralph to take control and cause carnage on anyone who crossed his path.It felt like losing Helene all over again, except this time I couldn’t visit a grave to weep or scribble my thoughts on paper. I was forced to replay several alterations of what-ifs in my head.But everything changed on the fifth day.I was ab

Samiya’s POVI had always had a certain fascination with witches, but I never believed that the first one I would encounter in this life would just happen to be my mate’s ex.Maybe the goddess had decided to play a cruel trick on me.I didn’t find it funny. Not in the least bit.“You see, when I said that I was going to bring you here… I-I.. I didn’t just mean I was going to bring you here to die in this nasty old place. What I meant was that I was going to take you, Esmeralda, so that she could make both of us human and so that we could live the rest of our lives happy and away from all the madness that came from being a werewolf, Miya. There would be no more ranks or idiot wolves running around in our minds, always demanding one thing or the other. We could have achieved perfection!”I forgot to mention that the goddess trapped me together with my ex-mate as well. This was the cruelest of all jokes.And once again, I didn’t find it funny.Meidran's eyes widened as he kept explaining

Zain’s POVIncompetent.That was one word that could accurately describe how I felt.“None of us have any time left,” Jenna’s words were all I could focus on through the entire carriage ride to the mystery cabin. I knew that I had made a dangerous deal with the witches and that I had agreed to sacrifice something important. What I failed to remember was what that one important thing just happened to be. I drilled Jenna a couple of times for an answer, but every single time she provided an answer even more vague than the last.Jenna was nothing short of infuriating.It didn’t help that Samiya didn’t know anything, and so I just had to sit back, relax, and welcome the unexpected.How perfect!“Zain,” Samiya called, pulling me out of my tumultuous thoughts.With the speed of a garden snail, I tilted my head in Samiya’s direction.“Samiya,” I called, mirroring the tone she had used with me.“You’re upset that I didn’t tell you about Meidran, aren’t you?” She asked in a hushed tone, and he

My hands trembled around the edge of the table even though I tried to keep them steady.Breakfast was more tense than usual.This morning the air felt thicker than usual, charged with the lie Iris was about to tell and the truth I was terrified Frank would see through. My shoulders curved inward as I lowered myself into my chair, hoping I portrayed the very picture of a frail Feywin carrying a precious bloodline. Every movement I made, I thought twice about. I felt Frank’s eyes on me from the moment I entered the dining room. They were heavy, assessing and hungry. I did not dare look at him. One glance and I knew I could shatter the fragile performance we had built the night before.The chair scraped against the floor as I sat. The sound was too loud in my ears. My hand drifted to my stomach as if the weight of what I carried already exhausted me. I kept my eyes down, focusing on the bread in front of me. Then I coughed a single, controlled cough into my napkin, slightly wet, slightly

My heart wouldn’t stop hammering.It slammed against my ribs like it wanted to crack them open and spill everything ugly inside me onto the cold stone floor. Ophelia. Ophelia. Ophelia. The name kept repeating like a vicious loop that wouldn’t let go. No matter how much she hurt me by betraying me and running and leaving me to rot in this monster’s den, the bond between us still existed. She was my only sister and the only person in my family that at least tried to treat me like family.I could hate her for abandoning me to this monster world and Frank’s madness, but I could not — would not — let her fall into his hands.Because I knew what that meant.It would be worse than death.I couldn’t breathe properly. My nightgown clung to my skin, damp with cold sweat born of pure terror. My bare feet slapped against the stone as I ran, platinum hair wild and tangled down my back. I looked like a madwoman. I felt like one. But I kept moving, lungs burning, legs shaking, heart screaming her

The more I stayed in monster world, the more it felt like I was adapting to its ways and its people.Perhaps I had gone mad.I woke to the familiar weight of Lewison’s bed and the absence of his body beside me. The sheets on his side were still warm, the indentation where he had lain still visible. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, noticing the small aches in my body without letting myself examine why they felt different this morning. Dare I even say, safer or more familiar.Sitting up, I found the tonic Iris had given me earlier along with a small note.Hope it helped.-AubreyMy finger went up to my forehead involuntarily. I could still feel the oil from the tonic. He must have put it on me while I slept. A blush crept up to my cheeks before I could stop it.This means nothing. I am only his breeder. I repeated the words in my head again and again until I heard the door budge.Immediately, I hid the letter.Maids filed in shortly after carrying that undercurrent of e

The silence after Dorian faded felt heavier than the ghost himself.I watched the last traces of unnatural cold leave the back of my neck. The air normalized against my arms. He had delivered what was needed and left like always.Lewison kept staring at the empty space where his brother had stood. His hands remained clenched into hard fists, knuckles pale. The proof of Dorian’s presence had hit him squarely, cracking the mask wide enough for me to see the fracture underneath. Iris watched him with lightly squinted eyes and a chin pointed upwards.No one spoke for several long heartbeats. I could hear my own pulse in my ears.Lewison’s mouth moved. Once. Twice. His gaze stayed fixed on that empty shelf as if willing his brother back into existence.“Dorian…” The name came out rough, almost broken. “If you can hear me… the things I never got to say—”The unfinished sentence hung in the air, raw and heavy with years of unsaid words. All directed at nothing but empty air and old books.I

Perhaps I had truly gone mad, because one of the things my body refused to acclimatize to was seeing Lewison’s face fracture before me.On pure instinct, I took a step back, not knowing if a mini war was going to break out next.He simply stood there, mouth slightly open, jaw working as if trying to form words that refused to come. The heavy shelves rose around us like silent judges. The air smelled of old parchment and wax.Lewison did not explode contrary to how I played this out in my head. He did not demand explanations or call anyone mad. He simply stood there as though he were trying to find a way to put his mask back on. My eyes refused to leave him and in some ways I was beginning to feel like I learned to read him in the same way he could read me. The fractional tightening at the corner of his eye. The way his fingers stayed perfectly motionless at his sides as though moving might betray him. This was not the usual statuesque Lewison. And it terrified me in a way Frank’s th

Endless abuse was the secret to getting supernatural powers, it seemed.The herbal drink had gone cold in my hands, but I kept my fingers wrapped around the cup anyway. It gave me something solid to hold while I pondered on everything Iris just shared with me.I stared at the floor for a long moment, then looked up at her.“There is more,” I finally let out, hoping it gave me some sort of direction because at the moment I saw none.Iris’s now cold eyes didn’t shift, but I saw the shift in her posture. The grieving woman receded. The strategist had returned.I told her everything.The way Dorian had appeared in Lewison’s chambers after Frank dragged him away. The cold that came with him. The silent words I had read on his lips. Trip. Danger. The slicing motion across his throat. Frank. And the final piece that had destroyed the little bond Lewison and I had managed to grow.“If he refuses, mention his mother. That was the last thing he told me.”Iris listened without interrupting. When