Anya Forger Novelas e Histórias

I promise I won’t pay. I snorted at the message as he sent a pinned location. It was a little empty lot I thought I had seen a few blocks down. Taking a deep breath, I yelled “fuck.” I was going to regret this. Severely regret this. Getting up, I grabbed my leather jacket and threw on my combat boots. Grabbing my wallet, I shut the hotel door behind me and proceeded to walk out of the hotel. The entire way I followed the walking path, I kept running through my mind that I was going to regret this so much. This was going to be a mistake and I was going to be paying for it the rest of my life.

--- TWO DAYS LATER I found it. The leak. Buried beneath a stack of ledgers, I traced the seal of a merchant house supposedly dissolved three years ago. But their records were recent. Payments. Transfers. Imports signed with a forged signature. Mine. Someone was falsifying my orders to reroute supplies, misplace funding, and starve loyal territories—while making it look like I authorized it. A clean deception. I stared at the papers, rage simmering beneath my ribs. They wanted the people to turn against me.

Selene had come all the way from the Sycamore pack; even with their pack almost all but recovered, it could still not have been easy to leave them at a time like this. Elizabeth squeezed them both again, trying to convey her gratitude with everything. "This has been such an incredible journey," Selene murmured to Elizabeth. "I am honored that you wanted me a part of today." "It was your warning that saved us all, so many times over," Elizabeth answered. "The false daughter?" Selene asked. "Defeated, yesterday," Elizabeth assured her. "And banished. She will be long gone from here by the time the ceremony starts." "It was Katrina," Ayla told Selene. "The daughter of Victor and Vanessa."

When the song changed to Quit Playing Games With My Heart, Abigail squealed. “This is my favorite song.” She explained excitedly. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” He said, smirking. “I’m Azria by the way.” “I like your name. I have never heard anything like that before. I’m Abigail.” Azria twirled her around the gym for the next 3 songs. They were sweaty and out of breath by the end of the 3rd song.

She felt paralyzed at that moment. "You are so strong and brave that you have fought and survived that but I will never be able to forgive myself for what I did. What I can do is beg for your forgiveness, Anastasia. Please forgive me for what I have done to you. Please forgive me for destroying you everyday. Please forgive me for breaking you everyday. Please forgive me for pushing you toward death. Forgive me for not saving you from all those dangers and the list will keep going on. Please forgive me for everything." Darius said and folded his hands together and asked for her forgiveness in the most submissive way possible.

Ambrose spat, his tone cold as ice. Ether did not panic in the slightest in the face of Ambrose's rage. He replied lightly, "You must be so angry, huh? Listen up. My name is Ether Federer, and I was one of the members of the Forgotten Valley. Do you remember how your father took all of us out? We were left with no choice but to run for our lives! Our master could not take it mid-way and died! I was going to avenge him one of these days, but his son's lover just fell into my lap…

"Aunt Anna, I'm busy right now…" "Theron, where is Cerys?" Anna’s voice was strained with worry. "I haven't seen her in five days. The Blood Moon Festival is almost here. She shouldn't be absent." "She's throwing a tantrum," Theron said, his voice sharp with irritation. "She's jealous of Lilith hosting the festival, so she's disappeared for attention." "That's not like her. Cerys would never…" "She's always been a manipulative liar," Theron cut her off harshly. "Look, I have a case to deal with."

This time, I bent down and picked up the papers. "Pen." Everyone in the foyer froze. My mother's face tightened. "What game are you playing now?" I took the pen and signed on the last page. Eve Vega. Five years ago, I had used that name to marry into the Lucchese Family for Serena. Five years later, I would use it to walk out with my own hands. Serena snatched the agreement from me. Once she checked the signature, she couldn't quite hide her smile.

She whispered, "What did you say?" I took a breath, forcing down the ache in my chest. When I spoke again, my voice was steady. "I was seventeen. My foster parents sold me to her family. They wanted me to marry her. I escaped on the wedding day. If you don't believe me, go look up the police records."

like I knew he would. Yes, he found his mate. But it wasn’t me. It was my sister, Felicity. ------ TO CONTINUE reading, search for the book THE SUBSTITUTE LUNA on this app! 💚