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A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

The thought that he might have sacrificed something significant, for me, burned with an unfamiliar heat. "Of course, he probably did it to save his own perfect hide," I grumbled, trying to reignite the familiar indignation. But even that fell flat. Desiree had vouched for him. If he was clean, he had nothing to fear from me. Which meant... he'd done it to help. Me. The girl who'd stormed into a restaurant and threatened to dismantle his life. The irony was so bitter, it almost tasted like the burnt coffee I'd probably still be drinking if Kingston hadn't introduced me to caramel swirl lattes.

Victoria was scared as hell but she still withdraw her hand and walked ahead however the moment she saw Zachary her mouth went dry as sand, Zachary half face was smashed and skull was broken, his entirely body was frozen and had turned in shade of dark blue, green colored veins were popping out on his face and arms, there were several wound marks on his body. Victoria could not control herself from falling down on knees and crying her heart out.... Kabir instantly rushed to consol her by embracing her in his arm…. She kept crying hysterical and cursing out Alphanso “THAT MOTHERFUCKER BASTARD…. HE DID THIS…HE KILLED… HE KILLED ZACHARY……” Victoria cursed Alphanso…. Hearing which Kabir gently c

I carefully took steps back to reach the door but then the chair lost its balance and slid swiftly towards the edge of the balcony. “NOOO!” With my other hand, I instantly gripped the railing, making the book I was holding fall off my hands. My eyes widened in disbelief as I followed the book becoming one with the ocean. My breathing became heavy as tears started to form my eyes. The wind is unbearably cold, the rocking of the ship is making me dizzy, my vision is getting hazy and my body is shaking.

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

The heavy red dress from the banquet was discarded on the floor like a pool of blood. She was sitting on the rug, her back against the side of the bed. She wore a simple white nightgown, thin and flimsy against the cold. Her hair was loose, a dark cascade over her shoulders, hiding her face. She was holding a book. No, not a book. A journal. It was old, the leather cover cracked and peeling, the pages yellowed with age. She was holding it with both hands, her knuckles white. Her shoulders were shaking. Silent tears tracked down her face, glittering in the moonlight.

A bruise spread dark across her cheek and it was fresh because someone had hit her recently. Bella's whole body went cold and below the photo were block letters. No punctuation and no signature. Trade the girl for the sister. 48 hours. Come alone. East warehouse. Or she dies slowly. The phone slipped in her hand and she caught it. She read it again and then again like the words might change if she looked long enough. They didn't and she sat there completely still. The only thing moving was her chest and even that felt wrong and too fast and shallow.

Atticus Two Months Later The hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent. Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t breathe at all. My eyelids grew heavy, the world around me blurred, and my legs gave out beneath me. The last thing I felt was Nikolai’s arms catching me just before I hit the ground, and the last thing I prayed for was my baby’s safety before the darkness consumed me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guys, I have recently published a book on K!ndle. It is free for KU users. Title ~ Hate to love you: A Fake Marriae and Second chance romance by Shikha Gupta. Message me on !nst@, if you can't find it. !nst@ ID - dayyyyydreamerrr