Bastila Shan Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued. Wahala be like love noodles

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

And freeze. A woman stands between me and the entity. She is tall, draped in silver and white, her long hair billowing like stardust. A crescent moon gleams on her forehead, and her eyes glow with ethereal light. I know her. I’ve seen her before in my visions, Selene Noctara. The First Lunar Ailura. She looks back at me, her expression unreadable. "You are not ready for this battle, Jasmine." Her voice is firm, yet not unkind. "But I will give you a moment to breathe." Then...She lifts her hand, and the entire cavern erupts in light.

“I’m tryna take Lola somewhere nice.” Benita blinked. “Lola?” “My assistant,” she clarified. “The one from the party.” Kent groaned. “Oh my God, you’re still on that?” “Why wouldn’t I be? We had a connection.” “You held her hand. Once.” Syl nodded. “Exactly. Vulnerable moment. That’s how all good romances start.” Benita nearly choked on her juice. Cillian rolled his eyes but let them have their nonsense. “Did you text her?” Benita asked.

Faces turned. Damien’s voice rang out, carrying easily in the night. “Under the light of the Moon Goddess, I acknowledge the bond between myself and Aria Winters.” A shocked hush fell. My heart climbed into my throat. For a split second, I thought— “But I reject you,” he said, his words cold and sharp enough to frost the air. “Here. Now. Forever.” The bond snapped like brittle glass, the break so violent I swayed on my feet. Gasps rippled through the crowd. My wolf howled in agony, the sound tearing through my mind until my vision blurred.

We had chosen each other. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my beautiful mate, Crystal.” The world suddenly stopped spinning. Crystal stepped onto the stage in a stunning white gown, her red hair cascading over her shoulders like fire. She was radiant, glowing with happiness as Caleb took her hand and pulled her close. “Crystal and I felt the mate bond last night,” Caleb continued, his voice warm and loving as he gazed down at her. “The Moon Goddess has blessed us with this perfect match, and I couldn’t be happier.”

All I care about is finding Bastian; I need him! ‘I know you’re confused right now, but it can’t be helped.’ I stare at Shayla; the ghost with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She has no idea how confused I am. If this woman has been sharing my soul, how do I know that what I feel for Bastian is real? ‘Don’t doubt yourself,’ I blink because this bitch is reading my thoughts! ‘I’ve been called worse.’ She giggles. ‘But what you feel for Bastian is very real. It was never influenced by what I feel for Krone.’

“Then what do you want me to call it? Puppy love?” “Do you even realize who Bastian is? He’s Renee’s fiancé! And you’re destroying everything for some cheap romance?” “This is not some cheap romance!!” Belle finally exploded. “We love each other! Bastian is suffocating, forced to be someone he’s not for Renee! Only with me can he breathe!” Anthony let out a bitter laugh. “Breathe? You call this betrayal breathing? You don’t want Bastian to suffocate, but your own family is choking!”

She slept with the Alpha to steal her sister’s place. She should be grateful she wasn’t thrown out entirely. As if a bastard like that could ever be worthy of him. Only the pure-blooded sister deserves a Luna’s crown. I lay awake in the dark with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, listening to strangers construct a version of me I barely recognized, and I was too exhausted and too hollowed out to argue with any of it. That’s the thing no one tells you about being publicly shamed — it doesn’t just hurt your feelings. It takes something from you.

My heart pounded, and suddenly, all the things he’d said to me last night felt like they’d been washed away by this single, perfect moment. “I know I refused to marry you before because of my illness, and I didn’t want to bind you without a future heir. But now that we will have a child through surrogacy, I have changed my mind.” Rosalia’s words sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but it had a different effect on me. “I’m willing to be your Luna, now, Bastian.”