Betray Songbird Or Reed Novels & Stories

] To make them lower their guard, I returned to the dorm for a few days and went back to my old self again. I covered all their expenses and promised Paul that once the scholarship came through, I would transfer all the money to him. They believed I had finally learned my lesson and were all smug about it. Finally, on my birthday, I set everything up at home. Paul and the other four showed up at my door carrying a huge cake and livestreaming as expected. "Dylan, this is your first birthday since we got back together. Even though we had a rough patch before, our brotherhood remains unchanged."

hung in the air. They felt final and cold. I felt a mix of relief and dread. Victors face went pale. He didn't say anything.Isabellas eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Mom… please no…”“I've waited long for honesty. Too long for loyalty. And now I have neither " I said. My voice was steady.. My chest felt tight. "This stops here.”Victors hands clenched at his sides. I saw the battle inside him. He loved Isabella. He wanted to protect her.. He also knew I was right. He opened his mouth. Then he hesitated. He looked at Isabella. I saw the fear. Worry between them.I was sure of my decision. My hands were still shaking. I held my phone. I was ready to take the steps that would

“Silver and gold couldn’t be compared. The days will be gone by, but promises with you will stay with me. I harbor all the affection, and roses that are you. Darkness will fall and the light will smile. The joy that you bring, lifts the shadows from deep within me. Everything becomes sweet the moment that you came. My life.” The song ended that the birds outside came inside his little prison and chirp as the melody ended. “Did you all like the song?” He asks, now talking to the little birds that flew down and now in front of him chirping cheerfully as their response. With a wide smile, Peter gave the little birds crumps of bread that the Maiden just gave him a while back and asks. “Do you th

Without that, even if a wedding took place, the bride was nothing more than a disposable attachment. My heart clenched. In my past life, Leonardo had obediently followed the family's arrangements and married me without hesitation. Was it possible that he, too, had been reborn? Just as I was about to respond, a delicate voice interrupted. "My dear Leonardo, my lion..." I frowned. The voice belonged to none other than Dora Cassidy, my father’s adopted daughter and my dearest childhood friend. Ten years ago, I had personally begged my father to take in the little girl who had been wandering the red-light district. I never imagined that in my past life, she would be the one to kill me with her o

Her eyes welled up again. Nate remains silent, the tiny guilt washing over him as he absorbs her selfless words. God, she has such a pure heart. How can I even think of... doing what I have to do? Does she really deserve this pain? Dad... I don't think I can go through this mission. She's already broken. I can't make her trust me and break her again. I have no idea if she has the strength to face that betrayal. His hand tightened gently on her shoulder, pulling her closer into a comforting hug. "Eve....You are the kindest person I have ever met. It's okay to have some hard times. One day, you will experience that kind of love, and you deserve it...... " he murmured, his voice thick with emot

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have let Amy suffer so Lily could keep playing her innocent act!” “You think Amy’s baby wasn’t mine? Well, guess what? The mafia lord’s mistress is Lily! Ha! “I gave up my wife! I abandoned my child for someone else’s bastard. How?! “Hahahaha!” “What are you talking about? Amy was carrying your child? “And Lily’s the one who’s carrying a bastard? No, that can’t be! That’s not possible!” Mary said, stumbling backward, unable to accept Sam’s words. Her hands trembled violently as she raised them, and despair crashed over her face.

They moved like a frenzy of shadows beneath the harsh, indifferent glow of the city's lights. Each step felt heavy with responsibility as Reed's impending attack loomed large over us. The betrayal simmered beneath my skin, a constant reminder of the trust shattered into irreparable fragments. I clenched my fists, the fire within me burning hotter than ever before. I was the spirit wolf, and despite the doubts others cast, I was determined to prove my strength and protect those I loved. Amidst the chaos, I found myself thinking of Reed—how his charm had masked his intentions. His deceit was a venom that trickled into every part of our lives, threatening to choke us all. But now was not the ti

It was as if life was a desert without water. The place had been utterly silent, and then I heard a sound that sent a shiver of fear through me, fearing that perhaps a deceased soul had stirred. My gaze darted around anxiously until I saw birds taking flight. It dawned on me that the silence had been shattered by the cheerful chirping of birds, completely indifferent to my worries. Even though it was the afternoon, the chill of winter was in the air. Reaching out, I touched the name engraved on the tombstone, and once again, emotions overwhelmed me. Tears flowed from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. I used my already damp handkerchief to wipe them away.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

I walked out of the house into the cool night air and followed the familiar street toward the jeweler's. As I rounded a darkened corner, three shadowy figures stepped out from an alley, blocking my path. "Dr. Emma?" the man in the lead asked, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "We've been waiting for you." I instinctively backed away. "Who are you?" "Isabella sends her regards," the man sneered, revealing a sharp, gleaming silver dagger. "She's not having a very good time in prison. She wants you to have a taste of it, too."