Novel & Cerita Ash Darling

She stumbled toward the mirror like something was pulling her there. And when she saw herself— She stopped breathing. A young woman stared back. Long black hair. Pale skin. Red lips. Eyes too sharp to belong to someone this fragile. Twenty years old. Not twenty-seven. Her hands shook violently. “This isn’t possible…” On the vanity lay a silver invitation card. ARDEN CHARITY GALA — TONIGHT Her blood turned cold. No. Not tonight. Not that night. The beginning of everything. The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent.

The dining room looks like where monarchs dine, it’s obviously too large for just three people. “Darling,” the woman whom I have been studying on the internet for the past two days rises from her chair, the woman everyone knows as Vivienne Hart, her charcoal grey hair is tied into an elegant bun and her icy blue eyes feel like it’s penetrating deep into my soul. I stand stiffly beside Tristan as she walks over to us.

Only now that he was sitting opposite to him, did he realize just how blind he had been the last couple of hours. Cordia Aris was simply a perfect image of a prince charming in the hearts of every young girl… or boy. Slender limbs with flawlessly white skin. Messy light brown hair that glittered like strands of gold under the sun. Long thick eyelashes framing his soul-sucking honey-colored eyes that perpetually sparkled with warmth and optimism, as if everything he laid eyes upon was inherently beautiful.

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

It was astonishing how elegant and unique it was. "Hey yow Your Highness! My name is Adharia Navier V. Valler, 17 years old and a proud bookworm. I love reading fantasy-romance novels, but I also read mystery or thriller books. I'm pretty sure I'm not a spoiled rich brat too since I hate make-up, 'cause, yuck! Make-up is so disgusting and uncomfortable, eew! I also have a dog named Achilles, my Brother gave it to me on my 14th birthday. He's a really nice person. Oh! And most of all, I'm a huge fan of yours, Your Highness! You're so talented and amazing, and hey, I personally think that you're much more decent than that Crown Prince, he looks like a plastic barbie doll, ya' know."

"Like I told you at first I was his personal assistant, the first time we met, it didn't make me feel impressed or worthy for me to date with him hehehe..." Baby casually resumed her words, the girl took an orange then peeled the orange peel and ate it. "Your love story is unique, Continue your words." Amara took an apple and ate it voraciously. "At that time I was also acquainted with a man named Christian,At first I thought we would be dating but in fact I prefer Dollan. To be honest Christian made me more comfortable but Dollan made me want to feel dating at that time hehehe."

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Sophia's POV "Wow, a damsel saving the hero." I clapped mockingly, ignoring the blood trickling down my hand. "After this little performance, will you two kiss and take it to bed?" I laughed with amusement, knowing it was a staged show. "He's not your husband yet, is he?" I added, feigning regret. I knew she had been fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Anderson. "Your hand is bleeding." Jared stepped toward me, reaching to staunch the bleeding.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.