I want to say something. Tell him this is wrong but my lips refuse to move in protest. He explores the column of my neck, planting a series of feather-light kisses that set my nerves on fire. Each touch sends a shiver racing down my spine, and I can't help but clutch his shirt as desire builds withi

I flash her one wicked look, as I slide it open. She lowers her eyes, slack jawed as she calculates the drop, instinctively getting closer to me. A chuckle reverberates through my chest. It’s the first laugh I have had all day. Without thinking too deeply about that, I gather her in my arms and jump

I control the urge to exhale and lean into him. “Oh really?” He says, suspicion making his voice venomous. “What exactly did the guard say?” At his words, some of the smugness leaves the Queen’s face, when she speaks her expression is sour once again. “Well, he told me he saw a woman in black wit

Fiona’s POV I pick up the necklace and tenderly brush the wolf on the emblem, careful not to disturb the broken pieces. There is a crack on it and every time I look at it, a sense of loss grips me. It is the only thing I have of my mother, the only thing she passed down to me. I had taken to get i

Finally, I find it, covered in dirt and broken from the fall. Tears stream down my face as I cradle the pieces in my hands. "Why are you crying?" the boy whispers weakly, now awake from the sound of the movement. "It's one of my most precious possessions.” I reply, my voice thick with tears. “And