All Chapters of THE VEILED BRIDE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

"The thing about being loved by the right person is that it doesn't feel like anything you were warned about. It feels like finally exhaling."KIVA POV.For a second I could only stare at him. Fabian stood near the library doors holding a bouquet of white lilies and dark red roses in one hand while the other rested loosely by his side. He looked completely out of place in the quiet library, too big for the room somehow, too warm for a place that had always felt cold to me, but the moment I saw him, something inside my chest loosened."Fabian," I said."Hi, sweet pea."I was off the bench before I finished deciding to move.I crossed the small room in three steps and walked straight into him and his arms came up around me automatically, the way they always did, like catching me was just something his body had decided to do without needing instruction. “There’s my girl,” he murmured, I buried my face against his chest for a second, breathing him in.Sandalwood. Rain. Home.That was what

“THE DREAMS WE CANNOT CONTROL ALREADY OWNS US”DAMIEN (HADES) POVI am in the dream again, and I always know I'm dreaming the moment it starts, but that never gives me control over it because it just means I'm aware enough to suffer through it properly.It begins in silence, not a peaceful silence but a silence that has haunted my dreams countless times, a kind of silence I have been wishing to end, the kind that feels wrong like the world is holding its breath and refusing to let go.There is a piano in front of me, old with dark wood and slight scratches along the edges like it has been touched too many times by hands that meant something, and the room itself is endless though I can't see where it begins or ends, just shadows stretching too far in every direction and swallowing light before it can settle.And then her, this same girl again, my little Ghost, and she is always there before I understand why, a girl sitting at the piano with a white veil falling softly over her face, hi

"The cruelest people are not the ones who hurt you. They are the ones who watch and decide it is not their problem."KIVAShe held out her hand, palm up, like this was already settled, like I had already agreed, like the outcome of this moment had never really been in question.And maybe, in this house, it never had been.I stared at her open hand and handed it over to her" Please Give it back."My voice shook. I hated that it shook. I had tried so hard, for so long, to keep my voice level in this house, to not give them the satisfaction of hearing what they did to me, and now here I was, shaking over a ring in my own sister's hand.Paige stood in the middle of the living room with the chandelier light falling across her like she had positioned herself there on purpose, which she probably had, because Paige always knew where the light was best. She was turning the ring between her fingers slowly, studying it the way you study something you're deciding whether or not to want.My ring.