Bell Swan Novelas e Histórias

If I hadn't had my mate, my pup, and Gertrude, I would truly feel alone. "Hey! I know you're hurting right now, but I have to be with my mate," Swan said, grabbing my hand. "I know, and I do not blame you at all. I'm nervous they will catch you, or someone here could be spying," I said, looking around. "What are they going to tell them? They are looking for a she-wolf named Mckenna. You are Lizbeth Sterling, and I am Sage Blaketon," she chuckled at the sounds of our alias'. "Right," I giggled. We gazed back at our mates in awe before parting ways or tired to go our separate ways.

Isabella laughed and picked up her son, correcting him, "Asher, those are swans." "Swans?" Asher looked puzzled. Isabella smiled and kissed his clean forehead. The air was alive with the rustling of leaves and the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. Asher's youthful curiosity was piqued by a swan gracefully gliding across the water's surface. "Mama, look at the swan! It's so beautiful!" Asher exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. Isabella smiled, delighting in her son's fascination with nature. "Yes, it is, my dear. But be careful, darling. Swans can be skittish," she cautioned.

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

—Mabel— I slowed before the double doors and pushed them open. The cool night air brushed against my skin as I stepped onto a lonely balcony. The scent of jasmine and white roses filled my nostrils. I spotted a garden below. Two swans floated silently across the pond, their white feathers glowing like porcelain under the moonlight. The male flared his wings, puffed out his chest, and dipped his head low in what looked like a choreographed routine toward the female. At first, the female was unimpressed. She drifted away with graceful indifference. But he trailed her persistently, repeating the display as though he had all night to win her over.

Then she pointed skyward, miming wings with her arms. Aurek's eyes narrowed. He followed her movements. Slowly, realization flickered there. "Shirts. Swans." His breath caught. "Your brothers. They are the swans." Selene's tears spilled anew. She nodded. She clutched his arm like she was begging him to believe. Aurek's chest rose and fell heavily. The pieces clicked into place. His mate. Bound by vow. Seven brothers cursed into swans. And she alone bears the burden of their salvation.

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.

She moaned as I moved my fingers, even just a little bit, my little swan was very sensitive, and all her reactions made me want to toy with her a little more. “So, do you still want to go to campus? Instead of just laying here, receiving my full service?” I chuckled again, teasing her. “Campus, campus... yess... yess...” she said between her breathless pants, while my fingers started sliding in and out of her. “I think you mean yes to this, my little swan.” I leaned back down and started nibbling her sensitive bud with my tongue again. “Oh, yes, yes, yes... no, I mean...” Her voice was cut off by my fervent suckle on her clit, driving her numb with pleasure while my fingers kept pressing her

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

I could see her shoes beneath the table, and they looked impossible to walk on, the heels were so tall and narrow. Turning the other way, Mage Jaye continued. “This is Sarah Swan.” The youngest of the members, I thought, she had blonde hair not much darker than mine, red lipstick, and dazzling green eyes. She looked like she might be in her early thirties. She wore a navy blue shirt with a fluffy collar and necktie around it, and a golden skirt I could see beneath the table.

They had different kinds of swans: Mute Swan, Tundra Swan, and Trumpeter Swan. They radiated arrogance and gracefully took pride in their feathers. It was like the clouds were spread on the lake with all the white swans swimming in it as graciously as dancers. People had to say Qianci had a taste and along with taste she was adorned with a monumental ego. Everything in the Mansion was unique, rare, and sophisticatedly designed. It was obvious Old Madam Qianci didn't like having things like everyone has them. She took pride in having the best, the rarest, and things not easy to come by.