Book Delicate Novels & Stories

No one would know. This was my last day as a bachelorette. “I think I’ve changed my mind...” I replied, almost hoarse. If I thought his gaze was his most dangerous weapon, I was wrong. When he smirked, all my sanity vanished. He moved away from me for a moment and took a sip of wine. He looked so sexy as he wiped the excess wine from his lips with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white polo shirt.

Bye. — Bye. She said goodbye to Celeste. Alicia, excited, went to the supermarket to buy what she would make for dinner. She was thinking of making spaghetti bolognese, Gabriel's favorite food, so when she got home she set about preparing dinner with great enthusiasm and, once it was ready, she prepared to take a long bath. She dressed in a black nightgown that she had in her underwear; it had been a long time since she had dressed like that. She remembered one night when she put it on to surprise her husband, but he stopped her and said:

’ She uttered silently. She removed the napkins that were used to cover it, and stared at the items in the basket. There was a small leather-bound notebook, with sweet messages written on every page. On the first page was “A message for each day, helping you journey through the dark ways.” There was also a delicate silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a rose, and a single red rose, its petals still fresh and vibrant. Inside the basket was also a very expensive bottle of red wine. “Wow! This is Domaine de la Romanée!”

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

But when I held it, it felt surprisingly sturdy. Holding my breath, I opened the lid. Inside was a small bookmark, simple and beautiful, with a wolf made of pressed lilies—Canadian Lilies—pressed delicately onto it. The sight made something tighten in my chest, a strange mix of emotions swirling too fast to untangle. Beneath the bookmark was a small card. I pulled it out, flipping it over to read the message written there in Draven’s familiar, precise handwriting: Dinner at 7.

He clapped me on the back and we made our way downstairs for the hardest dinner in my life. When I made it down to the dining hall most of the neighboring Alpha's were seated. I went over to a couple of the alpha's and struck up a conversation until everyone was there. Jocelyn walked into with Tony and Lorenzo and it was like time stood still. She had changed from her shorts and t-shirt into a beautiful cocktail dress. It was a dark green satin material that hugged every curve to perfect and stopped just above her knees. Her long legs were enhanced by the black heels she wore with ribbons tied into a bow around her ankles. Her black hair was pulled back into a high pony tail which showed the

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Anita said Donald walked over to the body of Favour and stared at it curiously trying to ascertain her cause of death. Damien joined him and then saw a bracelet on the ground with a letter C inscribed to it. "I think Blessing was here, this is what I found." Damien showed everyone the bracelet. "I remember Blessing always wearing this particular bracelet in school, she was very fond of it. " "yes yes it belongs to Blessing, I gave her that bracelet as a gift back in high school " Cordelia said as she recognized the bracelet. she took it from Damien and examined it.