Best Western Novels 2020 Novels & Stories

All the hurt, betrayal, and bitterness of the past had vanished—burned away in the warmth of real love and unwavering protection. (The End)

Just the calm of a man who had calculated everything three steps ahead. He finally turned to me. That gaze—dark, deep, and a little sly—made me bite my lower lip without realizing. “If I weren’t Reagan Russo…” he murmured, leaning his head back against the seat. “...and if you weren’t Tara Moguel, always Tiara’s backup… this story would’ve been a cheap romance classic on TV.” I scoffed. “Thanks for the reminder.” He laughed. Not loud. But deep and... damn it, tempting. “You’re welcome.”

I stayed by his side every day, barely leaving his room. I carefully filtered out every piece of news about Jayden and Lunara—I did not want any of their filth to reach my father and upset him. But in the end, Lunara still found a way to slither in. She had the gall to show up at my father's hospital room, clinging to Jayden's arm. When I walked in, she was holding a fashion magazine, pointing to a spread with wedding photos, chirping in a fake sweet tone. "Mr. Sheridan, look at this one! Isn't it gorgeous? Jayden and I worked so hard to get this shot just right. But it's all worth it—getting to wear that dress and marry him is the happiest thing that's ever happened to me.

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"I am sorry, Alpha, it will not happen again. I will dedicate myself fully to the job." "I hope that is the case this time. I want two more sets of twenty." The truth is that lately we have not had any emergencies; the city has been quiet since the last fire at Mrs. Bermond's house. Poor woman, we did not arrive in time to rescue her. She had inhaled too much smoke, and at her age, she could not withstand it. Apparently, the lady enjoyed smoking before bed, but she fell asleep with the cigarette, causing a small fire that had doubled in size by the time we arrived.

I turn the door knob open and I take a peak. Just a peak, I tell myself but soon I'm seated on his bed and reading a novel that I got from the shelf of books just at a corner of his room. I can't help it, his room is so arranged, the opposite of what I expected. Everything about the is in black and white, giving it this gothic vibe, I expected it to be beige just like the other rooms. Chasing Red! I've gotten myself so hooked up in the love story of the book that I don't pay attention to my surroundings. I never thought Nathan in all his calm and intimidating self would be interested in novels, romance at that!

here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.” “Thank you,” answered Basira; “there are occasions here continually, for men are sent expressly.” “All the commands must maintain communication,” said Sir Geswer. “But are you going to Rashroff, indeed, with this young beauty?” “Oh, this is an ordinary puss, not a beauty, gracious benefactor,” said Novoveski; “and I am going to Rashroff, for my son, the rascal, is serving there under the banner of Sir Rushet. It is nearly ten years since he ran away from home, and knocks at my fatherly clemency only with letters.”