Alya Cesaire 소설 & 이야기

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Cesilia extended her hand to introduce herself to Yasmin. "Ah, Cesilia…" Yasmin clapped her hand. "But as far as I know, you're not Alexander's wife anymore, but his ex-wife." Yasmin corrected Cesilia's statement. Even though she was a nineteen-year-old girl from the village, she still couldn't bear the thought of a famous model claiming to be her sister's wife. Especially since they had been divorced for a long time. "Whatever you say. I want to meet Casandra. Where is she?" Cesilia barged in without permission.

Grandfather Lucien adds honey to his cup, stirring it with a little bone spoon. “You know I’m the best choice,” I say. “Santiago Cole gets his ascension this moon cycle.” Lucien’s face tightens. Santiago Cole my biggest rival from the enemy pack. He loves sneaking across our borders, wrecking our hunting grounds. Our bloodline despises him. “That doesn’t matter. You have a wild mind, Lestat.” “Wild mind? What are you talking about? I keep to myself. I don’t even look at the girls in the pack.”

Ayanda said, hugging her friend and then dashing out of the room. These girls. I love them too much to get mad at them. Gia thought to herself, heading to her closet to get shoes and jewellery to match the outfit she had just picked. ~~~~ Aly stood at the door with a bottle of wine in her hand, feeling nervous. It had been too long since her last visit to Bazyli's place. The last time she was here, things felt so right. She was just about to ring the bell again when the door suddenly opened. Whoa, he looked even better than she remembered! His hair was still damp and a little longer than before.

she continued, her tone growing more venomous. "Why are you saying these things to me?" Abigail asked, her voice trembling. "To be honest, I don't like you. The moment I saw you, your striking red hair pissed me off. And to top it off, you wore the Crimson Fate. Don't you know who I am? I am Celes, the rumored fiancée of Edward Ulrick. And you? Who are you?" Celes's words were like daggers, each one aimed to wound. She looked Abigail up and down with a sneer, making Abigail flinch and feel small under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Bring me the box with the Soul Eaters!” Ayla almost let out a scream of fear but forced her pounding heart to slow its beatings. Her hands spasmed violently. Of all the forms of torture Galian and the Dark Master have tried on her, the Soul Eaters were the worst. Galian looked at Ayla, and an evil grin appeared on his face. “Afraid of some tiny worms, little sister?” “I am Ayla, wife of Rhobart Braveheart, Queen of Nordmar. I am not afraid!” she said.

“Daddy has grown soft for me since this is my last week of staying in his home. He believes I need to experience all the finer things in life and satisfy my heart’s desires before I, well-” “He believes you’ll hate him less.” Alessia paused at the expression on the girl’s face, her stomach stirring. “For sacrificing you to the Lycan.” Circe’s eyes lifted from the dress and landed on her. She smiled knowingly, sadly. Breaking the silence that had befallen, Alessia threw a reckless leg over the bed’s edge, and released another groan of protest before rising as well. Scratching at a random spot on her belly, she made for the bathroom where her tattered clothes had been hung up to dry. She drew

“The Alpha is her grandfather, his son left her when he went on a world tour with his mate. Now that he is in his mid-forties, he remembers his responsibilities and will soon return to take over Falcon Crest. Cela is just a spoiled brat who challenges everything and everyone, a master of provocation.” Everyone turned toward the Secretary’s mate, frowning. “Well, she’s about to get a real beating today. Joanna is completely off limits,” Alira growled, her voice a menacing threat. And then, as if orchestrated to by the devil himself, Cela stood up and strolled toward the men, her movements deliberate, her expression a mask of cool indifference. Everyone thought she would sit beside the Alpha,

"She was there when...when Abraham—" "She planned it," Sajida said, and suddenly, the room and all its incantations seemed to silence. "It was her idea. I still remember the look on Alize's face when she realized why Abraham was at our house that night. The horror. The fear. The impending feeling of demise, knowing what her fate would be and knowing she couldn't run from it." Her glass swirled in her hand, the alcohol swaying side to side. "I tried to volunteer and take her place, but Mama never quite agreed with my...sexual orientation; since I was an abomination in her eyes, Alize was the only Laveau descendant left to use; Aza wasn't a Laveau descendant. She was a Mercier descendant. Woul