Semua Bab Between Destiny's Chains and Moonlight (Book series): Bab 51 - Bab 60

Zelly didn’t bother with a disguise.She wanted Mehanda’s parents to see exactly who was standing on their porch, a clear, unambiguous reminder of everything they feared. She chose her outfit deliberately, sharp, expensive leather that hugged her figure perfectly, the kind of clothing that screamed confidence and danger. Her hair was pulled back so tightly it looked painful, every strand in place, giving her an elegant yet predatory appearance.She looked like a predator because she was one.When Mrs. Rosa opened the door, she nearly took a step backward, her face draining of color. Her hand shot instinctively to the silver locket at her throat, clutching it as if it could shield her from what she saw. Zelly’s piercing eyes locked onto her, cold and unrestrained.“I’m not here to hurt you, madam,” Zelly assured her smoothly, stepping inside before she was even invited. Her tone was calm, confident, almost soothing but edged with menace. “In fact, I’m probably the only friend you have

My Fanged Billionaire BodyguardsIt was one of those rare, perfect Saturday mornings where the sky is a clear, brilliant blue and the world actually feels like it’s standing still. I sat there on the park bench, minding my own business, closing my eyes and letting the heavenly sun warm my skin. This was pure wonder, life at its absolute best.For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I was rushing toward some invisible finish line. After years of grinding through the orphanage system and pulling endless all-nighters to earn my finance degree cum laude, I finally had something real to hold onto. Yeah, all of this was real.Three months at Howlstone Capital Partners had changed everything for me. At twenty, turning twenty-one in just a few months, life is finally looking up for a girl who grew up in a lonely boarding school. I have a safe, affordable apartment not far from the office, and my junior staff role gives me a real sense of belonging. Even my boss, Michally, the head o

Sunday passed in a strange, golden haze of bliss.I didn't leave the apartment once, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the itch to check my work email or organize my closet. I spent the entire day on the floor or the sofa, buried under a mountain of blankets and two very large, very warm companions.They were fully at home now.We had every meal together, I even caught myself setting the table for three. I didn't make them eat off the floor like strays, instead, I used two large flat plates, serving them portions of steak that probably cost more than my weekly grocery budget. They didn't beg, they sat with a regal patience that made me feel like I was serving royalty.We spent hours just cuddling, the rhythmic sound of their breathing syncing up with mine until the rest of the world felt like a distant, blurry memory. By the time Sunday night rolled around, I felt more rested than I had in years.But Monday morning arrived with a sharp, digital reality check.My phone b

The apex of the Howlstone building was no mere residence, it was a fortress of gleaming glass and dark stone, an impenetrable citadel that loomed over the city like a watchful guardian.As the sun dipped below the horizon, spilling molten gold and bruised purple across the skyline, I found myself standing in the heart of a living space that seemed to swallow my entire past. My few boxes, plain and sparse compared to the elegant designer furniture, had already been unpacked and neatly arranged, as if by invisible hands with a precision I couldn’t explain.“You’re shivering,” a deep, resonant voice broke the silence.I spun around, instinctively defensive. There he was— Nisi— leaning casually against the doorframe of the ultra-modern kitchen. His suit jacket was gone, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal forearms that looked corded with muscle. He wasn’t looking at me with the usual detached authority of a CEO.No, his gaze was unflinching as if I were the only sourc

Standing in front of the mirror, the full-length kind in the master bathroom, I was adjusting the lapels of my dark suit.It was a typical ‘power outfit’, the kind that practically screams, I have a plan, I know what I’m doing, and I definitely know where my birth certificate is. After a night filled with dreams of cedar, rain, and the oddly high body temperature of the two men sleeping in the other wing of this place, I needed the armor. The dogs were sprawled on the rug, watching me intently, so much so that it felt like a performance review was happening in their minds.“Stay,” I told them, pointing at the floor. “I have to go to work. Real work. The kind with spreadsheets, deadlines, and people who think coffee counts as a personality trait.”I sighed, grabbing my bag. “Meanwhile, you two are living the dream—sleep, eat, wag tails, repeat. Honestly, I should be jealous.”Ranger tilted his head, as if agreeing. Soldier gave me that unimpressed stare again.“Don’t lo