Black Sheep Brynne Weaver Audiobook 소설 & 이야기

She had held her own very well until the time came when we were permitted to interfere. Brynn had gotten me out of bed for a road trip but would not tell me where we were going. Luckily, she had the forethought to bring warriors with us. Then I came to find out that she had been having visions of my mate but did not tell me because she knew how hard it would be for me to hear about her but did not know where she was or if she was okay. And she had been right, so I would give her a pass on that.

River shouts from across the field, where one of the sheep has decided that the vegetable patch is its new home. “I’m coming!” I yell back. The second sheep makes a sharp turn, nearly colliding with me before darting away again, absolutely determined to make this as difficult as possible. “Why are they so fast?” Rain groans somewhere behind me, still half-covered in mud. “Because you’re slow,” Sienna calls back, not even looking up from her recording. One of the sheep—a particularly aggressive-looking one with horns, I’d name that one Lucifer—decides to test the fence integrity by ramming it repeatedly with its head.

It was against his nature to turn back. He pushed through the snow, following the sound. The wind fought him every step. His paws sank deeper. The cold was biting into his bones now. The cry came once more, closer this time. He crested a small ridge and saw a figure half-buried in the snow below … a man, struggling weakly. Brynne bounded down toward him. He never saw it coming. A sudden, violent gust of wind dislodged a heavy shelf of snow and rocks from the ridge above. The avalanche of white and stone came crashing down with terrifying speed.

“You always were bad at that part anyway.” I try to fight. I really do. My elbow jerks back. My foot kicks out. I manage half a breath before something presses hard against my ribs—metal, unmistakable—and my body freezes on instinct alone. Another sharp blow lands against my skull. This time, the darkness rushes in fast. As I’m dragged backward, the last thing I hear is the low, almost fond sigh of the man holding me. “Missed you, Brynn.” ⸻ VEX POV

She shook herself: “Not now! Not to think! But he will have time to think about what he heard! Having somehow mastered herself, she went out and ran into Maxim. - Leah, - he tried to pull me to him, but I shook my head and pulled away. - It's all right, really. I need to finish the interview, - I went back with a decisive step, sat down on the carpet, waited until Maxim settled down next to me and there was silence. Without raising her eyes to the priest, she dropped: - Sorry, I accidentally delved, as you hope you understand, into not the brightest memories for me. Yes, you are right: I lost my virginity by force. At thirteen. It was an ordinary human man, - I dropped the words in the echoi

The rogue let out a piercing howl, still defiant and trying to escape, but Raven didn't give him a chance and sunk his sharp claws in his throat, ending the rogue's life. Raven pushed him aside and turned around. The fighting wasn't over yet. He howled and immediately joined in the fight. Meanwhile, with only a phone in her hand, Brienne wandered inside the forest. The howls and growls are getting nearer and nearer, making her shiver in fear. "Please, please," she whispered, clutching her phone to her chest while her free hand touched her belly. Although it was a bad idea, she still chose to come here. Brienne froze as the sound of rustling bushes broke the silence. Slowly, she turned around

“It all started with the young boy shepherd. He tricked them too many times with his ill-natured pranks and lost all their trust. He was banished from the village by the other shepherds and raised his sheep in isolation on the top of the hill, living near a well that a young couple visits often. It was unfortunate, but the young man who went up the hill to fetch a bucket of water fell and broke his leg a while ago.” Hm? That also sounded familiar. However, Zen decided to ignore how familiar all these stories were. “I know another story about shepherds,” Hocky grinned. “This happens to be a story about pretty ladies. There are two pretty shepherd ladies. One is pure like an angel, her name is

Only his grandmother had taught him how to read the runes carved into their bellies, passed down from when the first Weavers settled here. “If the lines burn gold, child, kneel. If they bleed red, run.” They’d glowed a dull crimson. He hadn’t told the others. Not yet. What would he say? That a bunch of rocks wink at him in the moonlight? Still, he hadn’t slept. By midday, the clouds had thickened but refused to break. The sheep were restless. Three had refused to come down from the upper hills, staring off into the woods like something was calling.

Neal answered my question but I still couldn’t get it. “Yeah, so?” I guessed now my brain turned to jelly as I could be so stupid even Joe could catch the meaning of Neal’s sentence. “Then Hunt is Magnum Moonlight’s son. Am I right, sir?” Joe answered my question. Now, I got it. "Ow..." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I just discovered that I was a Nasriantra, making Andrea my sister. And not a while after, I found that she wasn't my sister. So what was the use of I felt sick of seeing my sister as a she-wolf with whom I wanted to mate.