Bastila Shan Romance Novels & Stories

Kate kissed him and whispered against his lips: —"I’m completely crazy about you, Bastien. Only you. You’re the only one who’s made me feel butterflies, who electrifies my skin, who sets it on fire with just a touch. The only one who makes me tremble with just your voice in my ear. I belong to you, body and soul, Bastien De Filippi."

It waited. “I don’t know what happens tomorrow,” I said finally. “Neither do I.” “But tonight…” I paused. “Tonight is ours,” he completed. He lifted me then, as if I weighed nothing. He laid me down on the bed, not with passion, but with reverence. He lay beside me, pulling me into his arms, no walls between us now. I mapped the contours of his face, committing him to memory once more. “Promise me something.” “Anything.” “Whatever happens… don’t shut me out.”

Instead, I turn slowly from the papers I’m theoretically reviewing in front of me. Still, my heart skips a beat. She wears a dress of some incredible fabric that looks like all the colors of flame at once and trails behind her like a cape. A simple golden circlet rings her head, drawing attention to the symphony of braids holding back her dark hair. Yet again, there’s some woman next to her. Tesandra, I assume. She starts to curtsy, then stops herself. Fuck, right. I hop to my feet and bow. “Luna Estrella,” I say. “Allow me to introduce you to my Beta, Basileos.”

Louisa puts her head on his chest and says, "It is. And it's just the beginning." Liam's birthday is more than just a celebration of his life. It is a celebration for everyone present that night; it is a monument to the beauty of fresh starts, the enduring power of love, and second chances.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

^She called her daughter-in-law, does this mean Addison Leighton and the only heir to the Lannister empire would be together? Before one minute, the video was already on social media. The media company had started to talk about it and everyone had started to comment on it. Everyone was shocked at the way Monica Lannister had treated Addison especially because they know Monica Lannister's hatred for commoners. Meanwhile: Addison sat in the black Lexus car. By the time she turned to Monica Lannister, she was met with a heart-burning slap that sent her backward. She clasped her hand to her burning cheeks, tears formed in them immediately. She looked at Monica Lannister’s face, it had changed fr

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.”