Ash Dawn And Brock Novels & Stories

Dawn turned to her half-brothers and best friend “let’s go guys” She, Lena, Jordan and Daniel walked past the ‘mob’. None of them looked back as the ground pulled them into it one by one. “Dawnie, I know we’ve already said this many times but we are sorry”, Daniel said as they walked “what we did is unforgivable”.

Brooks, planning to introduce her to his family. There were a few grainy photos attached, showing Silvia helping Derrick into a car, right in front of our neighborhood. Silvia finally got through to me on the office phone, using a new number. "Did you catch the news, Joanna? I'm telling you, my dreams are about to come true! "You're probably kicking yourself for how you treated me, huh? Just so you know, if you come crawling back, I might just forgive you and let you be my nanny, give you a little corner to call your own."

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

She shot me daggers and I gave her a bored look, even yawned for dramatic effects. The man must have noticed what was happening so he quickly talked. 'Just came to say hi, cause I saw you standing alone and thought you might need some company'. 'Uhm'. Was all I said. 'So....I'm Lucas. Lucas decries'. 'Uhm'. 'Your name?'. 'Err--yeah--maya'. 'Such a lovely name'. 'So I've heard'. 'Yeah...and this is Adrianna'. 'Uhm--ok'. 'It's nice to meet you'. Adrianna said through her teeth.

Asher was first to break the silence since we had left Zeke and the others, on our way to see if Holly knew anything about last night. Zeke had been right, and so had Asher, even though my chest ached at the thought of upsetting Holly. Part of me had been excited for a sister, and still was, but now all I wanted was for her to get better. To taste sunlight and freedom after years in the dark. Breyona, Giovanni, and Tristan were all at the house when we arrived. The first vampire had been sleeping peacefully, until Breyona padded upstairs to wake him up. The second, who peered at me with pale eyes, leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal. The last thing I see before passing out is Lucas ripping Dina’s teeth out one by one. And then I lose consciousness again.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

He stood guard by the door; it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he realised his folly. The faint light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Olivia stirred, her mind slowly awakening to the sound of muffled voices outside the door. She blinked her bleary eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It took her a moment to realise she was in Asher's room, nestled in his warm embrace. He was her mate.

That was the moment. Davyn nodded once, sharply. The five wolves rose from the shelter of the outcrop and began the careful silent descent down the shallow slope toward the back of the compound, in the gray half-light just before true dawn, with the guards’ attention on each other and the cup of tea and the small exchange of words that came at the end of one shift and the start of another. Three minutes from the back wall. Two. One. In Ashford, Brynn sat at the high window of her study and watched the gray dawn break over the eastern hills, and she felt, faintly, distantly, the bond pulse once with the shape of focused intent.