PS. Ian and Hadrian will be getting their own story in Book 2. Right now we're solely focusing on Amber and Rayne's journey. But don't worry, this is a 3 in one series. Book 1: Amber and Rayne Book 2: Ian and Hadrian Book 3: Will be the story of Evalie and her mate, Ares. All 3 will be in this one book so after Book 1 ends, we'll delve straight into Ian and Hadrian's story with all your favorite characters still present. You can end in Book 1 but for those who want to continue on this amazing journey with me, can go on to read the rest. Thank you for your support.
I want to say a big thank you to all my lovely readers. I appreciate you for all the love you've shown this book and all the time, money and emotions invested. This is to inform you that this book will be put on hiatus for the time being as I require time to study for exams that are fast approaching
AmberRayne’s expression tightened at my words, pain flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t lash out. His voice came out low, almost pleading.“That was a long time ago, Amber. I’ve learned and grown.”I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head slowly. My throat felt dry, my chest constricted, but
AmberThe words spilled out before I could stop them. They tumbled from my lips, fragile and desperate, like they had been waiting for years in my chest only to burst out in this single moment.Rayne froze mid-step. His back stiffened, shoulders tightening, but he didn’t turn right away. I saw the w
Amber The hallway seemed endless, but my mind wasn’t walking with my body. It was still back in Evalie’s room, replaying every little detail: the wallpaper alive with Disney princesses, the canopy bed, the stuffed frog perched beside the teddy bear like it was waiting for her tiny arms. It should h
AmberAfter sharing a few polite pleasantries with Marina, Rayne had first taken Evalie to her room.To his credit, it looked like something out of a fairytale. The moment the door opened, Evalie gasped so loudly it echoed, her little hands clapping together in delight. The wallpaper stretched acros
MarinaThen came his eighteenth birthday. Gods, that day was a storm of emotions I couldn’t put into words. He was on the brink of graduating high school, stepping into manhood with a confidence that scared me as much as it made me proud. I’d smiled for him—of course I had—but inside, my chest had b